Amid. Then all my services, I wish, may make You kind to Angelina, for my sake.
Hip. Put all my merits on Honoria's score, And think no maid could ever love you more.
[Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
MANUEL solus.
Man. Thus I provide for others' happiness,
And lose my own. 'Tis true, I cannot blame
Thy hatred, Angelina, but thy silence.
Thy brother's hatred made thine just; but yet
'Twas cruel in thee not to tell me so.
Conquest is noble, when an heart stands out;
But mine, which yielded, how could'st thou betray?
That heart, of which thou could'st not be deprived
By any force or power, beside thy own;
Like empires, to that fatal height arrived,
They must be ruined by themselves alone.
My guarded freedom cannot be a prize
To any scornful face a second time;
For thy idea, like a ghost, would rise,
And fright my thoughts from such another crime.
Enter a Servant, with a letter.
Man. From whom?
Serv. Sir, the contents will soon resolve you.
[He read.