_Cort_. Could you have heard my words!
_Cyd_.--Alas, what needs
To hear your words, when I beheld your deeds?
_Cort_. What shall I say? the fate of love is such,
That still it sees too little or too much.
That act of mine, which does your passion move,
Was but a mark of my respect, not love.
_Alm_. Vex not yourself excuses to prepare:
For one, you love not, is not worth your care.
_Cort_. Cruel Almeria, take that life you gave;
Since you but worse destroy me, while you save.
_Cyd_. No, let me die, and I'll my claim resign;
For while I live, methinks, you should be mine.
_Cort_. The bloodiest vengeance, which she could pursue,
Would be a trifle to my loss of you.
_Cyd_. Your change was wise: for, had she been denied,
A swift revenge had followed from her pride:
You from my gentle nature had no fears,
All my revenge is only in my tears.
_Cort_. Can you imagine I so mean could prove,
To save my life by changing of my love?
_Cyd_. Since death is that which naturally we shun,
You did no more than I, perhaps, had done.
_Cort_. Make me not doubt, fair soul, your constancy;
You would have died for love, and so would I.
_Alm_. You may believe him; you have seen it proved.
_Cort_. Can I not gain belief how I have loved?
What can thy ends, malicious beauty, be:
Can he, who kill'd thy brother, live for thee?
[_A noise of clashing of swords_.
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