Zan. My lord, I'm bound in duty to obey you——

[aside, exit.

Car. What is this world?—Thy school, oh, misery!

While in the lustre of her charms I lay,

Whole summer suns roll'd unperceiv'd away;

I years for days, and days for moments, told,

And was surpris'd to hear that I grew old.

Now fate does rigidly its dues regain,

And ev'ry moment is an age of pain.

Zan. Is this don Carlos? this the boasted friend?

Car. I cannot yield; nor can I bear his griefs.

[goes to him, and takes his hand.

Alon. Oh, Carlos!

Car. Pray, forbear.

Alon. Art thou undone, and shall Alonzo smile?

Car. You charge yourself unjustly: well I know

Alon. You cast in shades the failure of a friend,

Car. Pardon for him, who but this morning threw

Zan. [to Alon.] My lord, my lord, this is your time to speak.

Alon. [to Zan.] Because he's kind? It therefore is the worst;

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