Nor my love’s blossom, by a lingering ‘Yea.’
Fel. Indeed, indeed, my Cesar, not to revenge
Delay of speech, or insufficient token,
But with repeated sorrow I repeat,
My sister’s hand is pledged beyond recall,
And to another; whom, for certain reasons,
I dare not name, not even to herself,
As yet—
Ces. If I survive, ’tis that fate knows
How much more terrible is life than death!