Alph. But then I give Victoria to his arms;
And make my own destruction my own act.
That fires my blood again—yet if she loves him,
Is killing him she loves, the way to gain her?
No, let him live—but Veramond shall die;
Who, when he was my father as he thought,
When I deserved his love, then hated me.
Ram. Oh, now the tempest drives another way. [Aside.
Alph. No more deliberation,—there it goes;
I'll kill him first, to satisfy my vengeance,