Alon. Live now, be damn'd hereafter—for I want thee.

[exit Zanga.

[going.

Leon. My lord, excuse me; see, a second time

Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming

Leon. What says my lord?

Alon. Thou art exceeding fair.

Leon. Beauty alone is but of little worth;

Alon. Innocent!

[aside.

Leon. How, my lord! I interrupt you.

Alon. No, my best life! I must not part with thee—

Leon. In tears, my lord?

Alon. What less can speak my joy?

Leon. My lord, you fright me.

[takes his hand.

Alon. Ha, ha, ha!

Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I conceiv'd?

Alon. Go to thy chamber;

Zan. I fear, his heart has fail'd him. She must die.

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