To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend,

And shock my nature, to attain my end.

Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise:

For wonder is involuntary praise.

[exeunt.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

Enter Don Alonzo and Zanga.

Alon. Oh, what a pain to think! when ev'ry thought,

Zan. O, forbear!

Alon. What dost thou mean?

Zan. That will discover all,

[aside.

Alon. What, dost thou murmur?

Zan. Force the secret from her!

Alon. No more, I care not;

Zan. But for what better will you change this load?

Alon. No; it would cure me of my mortal pangs

Zan. Ah! were I sure of that, my lord—

Alon. What then?

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