Amid.  Then all my services, I wish, may make You kind to Angelina, for my sake.

Hip.  Put all my merits on Honoria’s score, And think no maid could ever love you more.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.  SCENE I.

MANUEL solus.

Man.  Thus I provide for others’ happiness,
And lose my own.  ’Tis true, I cannot blame
Thy hatred, Angelina, but thy silence. 
Thy brother’s hatred made thine just; but yet
’Twas cruel in thee not to tell me so. 
Conquest is noble, when an heart stands out;
But mine, which yielded, how could’st thou betray? 
That heart, of which thou could’st not be deprived
By any force or power, beside thy own;
Like empires, to that fatal height arrived,
They must be ruined by themselves alone. 
My guarded freedom cannot be a prize
To any scornful face a second time;
For thy idea, like a ghost, would rise,
And fright my thoughts from such another crime.

Enter a Servant, with a letter.

Man.  From whom?

Serv.  Sir, the contents will soon resolve you.

[He read.

Man.  Tell Roderick, he has prevented me
In my design of sending to him first. 
I’ll meet him, single, at the time and place;
But, for my friend, tell him, he must excuse me: 
I’ll hazard no man in my quarrel, but
Myself alone.—­[Exit Servant. 
Who’s within there?

Enter a Servant.

Go, call my sister, and Gonsalvo, hither. [Exit Servant. 
’Twas pushed so far, that, like two armies, we
Were drawn so closely up, we could not part
Without engagement.—­But they must not know it.

Enter JULIA, GONSALVO, and AMIDEO.

I have some business calls me hence, and know not
When I shall return:  But, ere I go,
That power I have, by my dead father’s will,
Over my sister, I bequeath to you:  [To GONS. 
She, and her fortunes, both be firmly yours;
And this when I revoke, let cowardice
Blast all my youth, and treason taint my age.

Gons.  Sir—­

Man.  Nay, good, no thanks; I cannot stay—­ [Exit MANUEL.

Gons.  There’s something more than ordinary in this;
Go, Amideo, quickly follow him,
And bring me word which way he takes.

Amid.  I go, sir. [Exit AMID.  JULIA kneels.

Gons.  Madam, when you implore the powers divine, You have no prayers in which I will not join, Though made against myself. [Kneels with her.

Jul.  In vain I sue, Unless my vows may be conveyed by you.

Gons.  Conveyed by me!  My ill success in love
Shews me, too sure, I have few friends above. 
How can you fear your just desires to want? 
When the gods pray, they both request and grant.