[aside.

Alon. This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun,

Zan. I think, my lord, you talk'd of death.

Alon. I did.

Zan. I give you joy, then Leonora's dead.

Alon. No, Zanga; to shed a woman's blood

Zan. Alas, my lord,

Alon. Oh, through my heart and marrow! pr'ythee, spare me,

Zan. I know not what to answer to my lord.

Alon. What dost thou mean?

Zan. And is it then unknown?

Alon. Distraction! But don Carlos well thou know'st

Zan. I'll work him to the murder of his friend.

[aside.

Alon. I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos die;

[gives his signet.

Zan. I dare not disobey.

Alon. My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die.

Zan. Ah, sir! think, think again. Are all men buried

Alon. That thought has more of hell than had the former.

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