_Alm._ Thou liest, impostor! perjured fiend, thou liest!
_Seb._ Was't not enough to brand my father's fame,
But thou must load a lady's memory?
O infamous! O base, beyond repair!
And to what end this ill-concerted lie,
Which palpable and gross, yet granted true,
It bars not my inviolable vows?
_Alv._ Take heed, and double not your father's crimes;
To his adultery do not add your incest.
Know, she's the product of unlawful love,
And 'tis your carnal sister you would wed.
_Seb._ Thou shalt not say thou wer't condemned unheard;
Else, by my soul, this moment were thy last.
_Alm._ But think not oaths shall justify thy charge,
Nor imprecations on thy cursed head;
For who dares lie to heaven, thinks heaven a jest.
Thou hast confessed thyself the conscious pandar
Of that pretended passion;
A single witness infamously known,
Against two persons of unquestioned fame.
_Alv._ What interest can I have, or what delight,
To blaze their shame, or to divulge my own?
If proved, you hate me; if unproved, condemn.
Not racks or tortures could have forced this secret,
But too much care to save you from a crime,
Which would have sunk you both. For, let me say,
Almeyda's beauty well deserves your love.
_Alm._ Out, base impostor! I abhor thy praise.
_Dor._ It looks not like imposture; but a truth,
On utmost need revealed.
_Seb._ Did I expect from Dorax this return?
Is this the love renewed?
_Dor.
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