Zan. You should not hazard life to gain the secret.

Alon. What dost thou mean? thou know'st I'm on the rack.

Zan. That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet

Alon. Thou dost confound me.

Zan. I confound myself;

Alon. Speak quickly, Zanga, speak.

Zan. Not yet, dread sir:

Alon. Oh! 't will, by heav'n.

Zan. Alas! I fear it much,

Alon. I trebly swear.

Zan. You'll bear it like a man?

Alon. A god.

Zan. Such have you been to me, these tears confess it;

Alon. Oh!

Zan. You cannot bear it.

Alon. Go on, I'll have it, though it blast mankind;

Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night—

Alon. The villain lied!

Zan. My lord,

Alon. Oh, oh, my heart!

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