Alon. I sent him not.

Zan. Not send him!—Ha!—That strikes me.

Alon. In my confusion, that had quite escap'd me.

Zan. You wrong him;

Alon. Ha!—

Zan. That stings home.

[aside.

Alon. Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous love—

Zan. Were then their loves far gone?

Alon. The father's will

Zan. Indeed, my lord; then you must pardon me,

Alon. Temptation!

Zan. 'Twas but gaining of one night.

Alon. One night!

Zan. That crime could ne'er return again.

Alon. Again! By heaven, thou dost insult thy lord.

Zan. My lord, I hope the best.

Alon. False, foolish hope, thou know'st it false;

Zan. What says my lord? Did Leonora then

Alon. Never.

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