[showing a dagger.

Alon. Is thus my love return'd?

Zan. Must I despise thee too, as well as hate thee?

Alon. No, monster, thou shalt not escape by death.

Alv. Oh, Alonzo!—Isabella,

Alon. What groan was that?

Zan. As I have been a vulture to thy heart,

[Alvarez goes aside, and returns.

Alv. The dreadful news is true.

Alon. Prepare the rack; invent new torments for him.

Zan. This too is well. The fix'd and noble mind

Alv. Peace, villain!

Zan. While I live, old man, I'll speak.

Alon. Who call'd Alonzo?

Alv. No one call'd, my son.

Alon. Again!—'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey.

[shows dagger.

[stabs himself.

[dies.

Zan. Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood is yours,

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