Chance sent me hither, and her presence soon
Awaked those memories that I had thought were dead.
Then vainly felt I worthier than I was,
Seeing my better part desired to win
What I too surely had deserved to lose.
Constance denied me:—but now hear my crime.
I won her father’s ear; and then, being lodged
In Manuel’s house, I lit on a discovery
Of some suspicion, and contrived thereby—
Betraying him who was my friend and host—