Car. What canst thou mean?

Zan. Indeed he has; and fears to ask a favour

Car. I pray be plain; his happiness is mine.

Zan. He loves to death; but so reveres his friend,

Car. Ha! if he weds, I am undone indeed;

Zan. Alas, my lord, you know his heart is steel:

Car. Oh, cruel heav'n! and is it not enough

Zan. A storm of plagues upon him! he refuses.

[aside.

Car. What, wed her—and to-day?

Zan. To-day, or never.

Car. Oh, torment! whither shall I turn?

Zan. To peace.

Car. Which is the way?

Zan. His happiness is yours——

Car. Kill my friend!

Zan. You have convinc'd me 'tis a dreadful task.

Car. Thou dost upbraid me.

Zan. No, my good lord; but since you can't comply,

Car. By my decree! Do I decree his death?

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