Por. Let not your mighty anger rise too high; 'Tis not Valeria merits it, but I: My own unworthiness so well I knew, That from her love I consciously withdrew.
Val. Thus rather than endure the little shame To be refused, you blast a virgin's name. You to refuse, and I to be denied! Learn more discretion, or be taught less pride.
Por. O heaven, in what a labyrinth am I led! I could get out, but she detains the thread. Now must I wander on, till I can see, Whether her pity or revenge it be. [Aside.
Max. With what child's anger do you think you play? I'll punish both, if either disobey.
Val. Since all the fault was mine, I am content, Porphyrius should not share the punishment.
Por. Blind that I was till now, that could not see 'Twas all the effect of generosity! She loves me, even to suffer for my sake; And on herself would my refusal take. [Aside.
Max. Children to serve their parents int'rest live; Take heed what doom against yourself you give. [To Val.
Por. Since she must suffer, if I do not speak, 'Tis time the laws of decency to break. She told me, sir, that she your choice approved, And (though I blush to own it) said she loved; Loved me desertless, who, with shame, confest Another flame had seized upon my breast; Which when, too late, the generous princess knew, And feared your justice would my crime pursue, Upon herself she makes the tempest fall, And my refusal her contempt would call.
Val. He raves, sir, and, to cover my disdain, Unhandsomely would his denial feign: And, all means failing him, at last would try To usurp the credit of a scorn, and die. But, let him live: His punishment shall be The grief his pride will bring for losing me.
Max. You both obnoxious to my justice are; And, daughter, you have not deserved my care. 'Tis my command you strictly guarded be, Till your fantastic quarrel you agree.