_Gons_. Wonder of honour!
Of which my own was but a fainter shadow.
When I gave Julia, whom I could not keep,
You fed a fire within, with too rich fuel,
In giving it your heart to prey upon;
The sweetest offering that was ever burnt
Since last the Phoenix died.
_Hip_. If Angelina knew, like me, the pride
Of noble minds, which is to give, not take,
Like me she would be satisfied, her heart
Was well bestowed, and ask for no return.
_Amid_. Pray, let my heart alone; you'll use it as
The gipsies do our money;
If they once touch it, they have power upon't.
_Enter the Servant, who appeared in the first act with GONSALVO_.
_Serv_. O, my dear lord, Gonsalvo de Peralta!
_Rod_. De Peralta, said you? You amaze me!
_Gons_. Why?--Do you know that family in Seville?
_Rod_. I am myself the elder brother of it.
_Gons_. Don Rodorick de Peralta!
_Rod_. I was so,
Until my mother died, whose name, de Sylva,
I chose, (our custom not forbidding it)
Three years ago, when I returned from Flanders:
I came here to possess a fair estate,
Left by an aunt, her sister; for whose sake
I take that name; and liked the place so well,
That never since have I returned to Seville.
_Gons_. 'Twas then that change of name, which caused my letters
All to miscarry.
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