Zan. Throughout the whole three years?

Alon. O never! never!

Zan. Hold, sir, I'll break your fall—wave ev'ry fear,

Alon. Ha! Resign'd her to me!—

Zan. But was it not with utmost agony?

Alon. Grant that, he still resign'd her; that's enough.

Zan. Was't his request? Are you right sure of that?

Alon. A tale! There's proof equivalent to sight.

Zan. I should distrust my sight on this occasion.

Alon. And so should I; by heav'n, I think I should.

Zan. You now are too much ruffled to think clearly.

Alon. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all

[exit.

Zan. Thus far it works auspiciously. My patient

Isa. I overheard your conference, and saw you,

Zan. There,

Isa. It is.

Zan. That's well—Ah! what is well? O pang to think!

And greater sure my merit, who, to gain

A point sublime, can such a task sustain;

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