Abruptly from me, and no answer made.
I never saw the conflict of his soul
So plainly in this countenance pourtray’d.
Fla. Alas! ’tis true! I too have seen my father;
And harshly has he urg’d my breach of vow
To my Aurelius, and to pledge my love
To one my soul abhors! say, then, my brother,
Is that kind friendship for my lov’d Aurelius,
Which first in years of infancy took root,—
Is’t yet untainted? Speak truly, brother.