Vic. Nay, nay, nay!
Take not the name of Heaven upon thy lips!
They are forsworn!
Pre. Victorian! dear Victorian!
Vic. I gave up all for thee; myself, my fame,
My hopes of fortune, aye, my very soul!
And thou hast been my ruin! Now, go on!
Laugh at my folly with thy paramour,
And sitting on the Count of Lara’s knee,
Say what a poor, fond fool Victorian was!