Zan. You cannot die; nor can you murder her.

Alon. Oh!

Zan. If you forgive, the world will call you good;

Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies;

Zan. That's truly great. What think you 'twas set up

Alon. 'Tis done!—Again new transports fire my brain:

And when with garlands the full bowl is crown'd,

And music gives her elevating sound,

And golden carpets spread the sacred floor,

And a new day the blazing tapers pour,

Thou, Zanga, then my solemn friends invite,

From the dark realms of everlasting night;

Call Vengeance, call the furies, call Despair,

And Death, our chief-invited guest, be there;

He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and spread

Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed.

[exeunt.

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

Enter Alonzo, meeting Zanga.

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