Car. Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone, and now

Burst their confinement with impetuous sway,

O'er-swell all bounds, and bear e'en life away:

So till the day was won, the Greek renown'd

With anguish wore the arrow in his wound,

Then drew the shaft from out his tortur'd side,

Let gush the torrent of his blood, and dy'd.

[exeunt.

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

Enter Zanga.

Zan. O joy, thou welcome stranger! twice three years

Isa. What commands my Moor?

Zan. My fair ally! my lovely minister!

Isa. I quickly dropp'd it in the bride's apartment,

Zan. With a lucky hand;

Isa. But if he read it not, it cannot sting him,

Zan. At first I thought so;

Isa. I'll weigh it as its consequence requires,

[exit.

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