Zan. Is that Alonzo prostrate on the ground?—

Alon. And yet it cannot be—I am deceiv'd—

Zan. He doubts.

[aside.

Alon. I dare not look on this again.

[starts.

Zan. Hold there, and we succeed. He has descry'd me.

[aside.

Alon. Hold, Zanga, turn.

Zan. My lord.

Alon. Shut close the doors,

Zan. My lord's obey'd.

Alon. I see that thou art frighted.

Zan. If I do love, my lord?

Alon. Come near me, let me rest upon thy bosom;

Zan. Speak, sir, O, speak,

Alon. I am most happy: mine is victory,

Zan. Save me, my lord!

Alon. My Leonora's false!

[gives him the letter.

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