Does this become a foldier? This become And greater fure my merit, who, to gain A point fublime, can fuch a task sustain; To wade through ways obfcene, my honour bend, end: Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise; ACT SCENE I. Enter ALONZO and ZANGA. ALONZO. WHAT a pain to think! when every thought, And reafon knits th' inextricable toil, In which herself is taken! I am loft; And, to her trembling heart presenting death, And kill my hopes: What can I think or do? ALONZO. What doft thou murmur? E 3 ZANGA, ZANGA. Force the fecret from her! What's perjury to such a crime as this? ALONZO. No more; I care not: Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die. ZANGA. But for what better will you change this load? ALONZO. No; it would cure me of my mortal pangs, By hatred and contempt: I fhould despise her; ZANGA. Ah! were I fure of that, my lord ALONZO. ZANGA. What then? You should not hazard life to gain the secret. ALONZO. What doft thou mean? Thou know'ft I'm on the rack: I'll not be play'd with; fpeak, if thou haft aught, Or I this inftant fly to Leonora. ZANGA. That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet Quite fo far gone in guilt to fuffer it; Tho' gone too far, heav'n knows.—'Tis I am guilty— I have took pains, as you I know observ'd, To hinder you from diving in the fecret, And turn'd afide your thoughts from the detection. Thou doft confound me. ALONZO. ZANGA. I confound myself; And frankly own, though to my shame I own it, ALONZO. Speak quickly; Zanga, speak. ZANGA. Not yet, dread Sir: First I must be affur'd, that if you find The fair one guilty, fcorn, as you affur'd me, ALONZO. O! 'twill, by heav'n. ZANGA. Alas! I fear it much, And scarce can hope fo far; but I of this ALONZO. I trebly swear. ZANGA. You'll bear it like a man? ALONZO. ZANGA. Such have you been to me; these tears confess it; E. 4 A god, ALONZO. ALONZO. Oh! ZANGA. You cannot bear it. ALONZO. Go on; I'll have it, though it blast mankind : ZANGA. Don Carlos did return at dead of night—— Enter LEONORA. LEONORA. My lord Alonzo, you are absent from us, And quite undo our joy. ALONZO. I'll come, my Love: Be not our friends deferted by us both; I'll follow you this moment. Thou, love, and only thou; fo heav'n befriend me, LEONORA. How good in you, my lord, whom nations' cares To drop one thought on me! ALONZO. [He fhews the utmost impatience.] Doft thou then prize it? LEONORA, |