 | Julia ; Or, The Italian Lover |  |
14
SCENE V.
Mentevole,alone.
He goes to serve me! Let his feeble breath
Turn ice to fire, wake in her frozen bosom
Such hot consuming flames as I feel here!
O, I could sluice my veins, mangle this form,
This common form, that wants the power to move her.
| Julia ; Or, The Italian Lover | |