Lest the contagion of my woes
Pollute my father's joys; Victoria's gone,
And with her went Alphonso's life and soul.
Ram. You had her in your power, and were too easy.
Alph. Or, rather, she too cruel.
Her duty forced her hence, in scorn of love.
Ram. You must resume your arms,
And force her father's will, to make her yours.
Why, like a woman, stand you thus complaining,
Born to the strength, and courage of a man?