Car. Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears?

Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to me,

Car. Had I known this before it had been well:

Leon. Court me not,

Car. Must I despair then? do not shake me thus:

[trumpets.

Leon. The victor comes. My lord, I must withdraw.

[exit.

Car. Alonzo!

Alon. Carlos!—I am whole again;

Car. Whom dare I thus embrace? The conqueror

Alon. Yes, much more—Don Carlos' friend.

[embraces him.

Car. A victory indeed! your godlike arm

Alon. 'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel chains

Car. I love fair Leonora. How I love her!

Zan. Manuel, my lord, returning from the port,

Car. In private!—Ha!—Alonzo, I'll return;

[exit.

Zan. My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders.

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