For she was his, my friend's, and he (O horror!) Confided all in me. O sacred faith! How dearly I abide thy violation! ZANGA. Were then their loves far gone? ALONZO. The father's will There bore a total sway: and he, as soon ZANGA. Indeed, my lord! Then you must pardon me, Temptation! ALONZO. ZANGA. 'Twas but gaining of one night. ALONZO. One night! ZANGA. That crime could ne'er return again. ALONZO. Again! By heav'n, thou dost insult thy lord. Temptation! One night gain'd! O stings and death! And am I then undone? Alas, my Zanga! And dost thou own it too? Deny it still, And rescue me one moment from distraction. ZANGA. My lord, I hope the best. ALONZO. False, foolish hope, And insolent to me! Thou know'st it false; 'Twas time to feign; 'twas time to get another, ZANGA. What says my lord? Did Leonora then Never before disclose her passion for you? Never ALONZO. ZANGA. Throughout the whole three years? ALONZO. O never! never! Why Zanga, should'st thou strive? 'Tis all in vain ; ZANGA. Hold, Sir; I'll break your fall-Wave ev'ry fear, ALONZO. Ha! resign her to me! Resign her! Who resign'd her?-Double death! How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke: First love her to distraction; then resign her! ZANGA. But was it not with utmost agony? ALONZO. Grant that, he still resign'd her; that's enough. ZANGA. Was't his request? Are you right sure of that ?I fear the letter was not all a tale. ALONZO. A tale ! there's proof equivalent to sight. ZANGA. I should distrust my sight on this occasion. ALONZO. And so should I; by heav'n, I think I should. ZANGA. You now are too much ruffled to think clearly. Since bliss and horror, life and death, hang on it, Go to your chamber; there maturely weigh To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought ALONZO. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all To gain her lovers with the sons of men. [Exit Alon. Enter ISABElla. ZANGA. Thus far it works auspiciously. My patient ISABELLA. I overheard your conference, and saw you, ZANGA. There, There, Isabella, I outdid myself: In its first force, but superadd a new: To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud? And, after tearing it, as loth to shew The foul contents, if I should swear it now A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me ; Nay, more would disbelieve, the more I swore: It is. ISABELLA. ZANGA. That's well-Ah! what is well? O pang to think; Whither, my soul, ah! Whither, art thou sunk To cowards, and poor wretches wanting bread: And greater sure my merit, who, to gain |