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,