The Revenge: A Tragedy
Alon. Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I would say,

Leon. My best Alonzo, moderate your thoughts.

Alon. Extremes indeed! it hurry'd me away;

[aside.

[drops the dagger, goes off.

Leon. Ha, a dagger!

Zan. Death to my tow'ring hope! Oh! fall from high!

[aside.

Leon. Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears!

Zan. Yours, madam, yours.

Leon. What, Zanga, dost thou say?

Zan. Carry you goodness then to such extremes,

Leon. Heav'ns!

Zan. Some villain; who, hell knows; but he is jealous;

Leon. Jealous! it sickens at my heart. Unkind,

[exit.

Zan. This succeeds

Alon. Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no coward;

Zan. My lord, her guilt—

Alon. Perdition on thee, Moor,


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