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SCENE IV.

CONSTANTIA, VELORA.
CONSTANTIA.
O thou unfortunate! if Castro love thee,
Farewell to all our peace, for in his love
Lies misery and ruin!

VELORA.
Is he not
The noble character, that fame reports him?

CONSTANTIA.
Yes! my Velora, when his manly spirit
Appears unsullied by the mists of passion,
It is the very mirror, that presents
The perfect form of honor.—Yet beware!
If ever Castro speak to thee of love,
Drop not a word, from which he may collect
Thy fond attachment to Sylveyra's virtues,
For if thy beauties have inflamed the Viceroy,
(I know his nature) 'twill be jealous passion,
And frantic as the tyger o'er his prey,
Whose fierce suspicion, and whose fell revenge,

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Would drink the life-blood of his fellow savage,
For daring but to look on't—trust my care!
And keep this counsel treasured in thy heart!