The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Alph._ Two lines in reading had escaped my sight;
Shall I go back, and do the poet right?
_Vict._ Already we have read too far, I fear;
But read no more than modesty may bear.
ALPHONSO READING.
_For I loved too, and, knowing not my wound,
A secret pleasure in thy kisses found._
[He offers to kiss her, and she turns her head away.
May we not represent the kiss we read?
_Vict._ Alphonso, no:--brother, I should have said!
ALPHONSO READING AGAIN.
_When half denying, more than half content,
Embraces warmed me to a full consent;
Then, with tumultuous joys my heart did beat,
And guilt, that made them anxious, made them great._
[She snatches the Book, and throws it down, then rises and walks;
he rises also.
_Vict._ Incendiary book, polluted flame,
Dare not to tempt the chaste Victoria's fame!
I love, perhaps, more than a sister should;
And nature prompts, but heaven restrains my blood.
Heaven was unkind, to set so strict a bound.
And love would struggle to forbidden ground.
Oh let us gain a Parthian victory!
Our only way to conquer, is to fly.
_Alph._ No more, Victoria; though my love aspires
More high than yours, and fiercer are my fires,
I cannot bear your looks; new flames arise
From every glance, and kindle from your eyes.
Pure are the beams which from those suns you dart;
But gather blackness from my sooty heart.
Then let us each with hasty steps remove;
Nor spread contagion, where we meant but love.
_Vict._ Hear, heaven and earth, and witness to my vows;
And Love, thou greatest power that nature knows!
This heart, Alphonso, shall be firmly thine;
This hand shall never with another join:
Or if, by force, my father makes me wed,
Then Death shall be the bridegroom of my bed.
Now let us both our shares of sorrow take;
And both be wretched for each other's sake.
_Alph._ By those relentless powers that rule the skies,
And by a greater power, Victoria's eyes,
No love but yours shall touch Alphonso's heart;
Nor time, nor death, my vowed affections part:
Nor shall my hated rival live to see
That hour which envious fate denies to me.
Now seal we both our vows with one dear kiss.
_Vict._ No; 'tis a hot, and an incestuous bliss!
Let both be satisfied with what we swore;
I dare not give it, lest I give you more.
[_Exit_ VICTORIA,
_looking back on him, and he gazing on her_.
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