Zan. You will drown me with your tears.

Alon. Have I not cause?

Zan. As yet, you have no cause.

Alon. Dost thou too rave?

Zan. Your anguish is to come:

Alon. Abus'd! by whom?

Zan. To know, were little comfort.

Alon. Oh, 'twere much!

Zan. Indeed!

Alon. By heaven! Oh, give him to my fury!

Zan. Born for your use, I live but to oblige you.

Alon. Am I awake?

Zan. For ever.

Alon. Oh!

[swoons.

Zan. Why, this is well—why, this is blow for blow!

Alon. Inhuman slave!

Zan. Fall'n Christian, thou mistak'st my character.

Alon. Oh, villain, villain!

Zan. All strife is vain.

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