And if he knew, might love—while there’s that hope,
They shall not meet: so much I can ensure.
I must be cruel to thee, my unknown foe:
Thou lookest to meet him, but he shall not come.
I’ll make him play thee false ... what vantage else
That he is my servant? I can send him off
Whither I will. Against this assignation
I’ll make an alibi. My plan is ready:
I’ll send him away from Belflor. Here he comes,
My enemy and my deity. If he quarrel