[he sinks into a chair.

Zan. Groan on, and with the sound refresh my soul!

[aside.

Alon. Oh, she was all!

Zan. You said you'd bear it like a man.

Alon. I do.

Zan. Pray, be calm.

Alon. As hurricanes:—be thou assur'd of that.

Zan. Is this the wise Alonzo?

Alon. Villain, no:

Zan. Alas! he weeps.

Alon. Go, dig her grave!

Zan. My lord!

Alon. But that her blood's too hot, I would carouse it

Zan. And I would pledge thee.

[aside.

Alon. But I may talk too fast. Pray let me think,

Zan. My lord!

Alon. Oh, villain, villain, most accurst!

Zan. Hear me, my lord; your anger will abate.

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