Alon. Who suffers with me?

Leon. Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go.

Alon. What mean these tears?

Leon. I weep by chance; nor have my tears a meaning.

Alon. Heav'ns! what is this? that excellence, for which

Leon. Alonzo, pardon me the injury

Alon. Unkind! you know I think your love a blessing

Leon. Alas!

Alon. What says my love? speak, Leonora.

Leon. Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick

Alon. Is not the day then fix'd for your espousals?

Leon. Indeed, my father once had thought that way;

Alon. Oh, agony!

Leon. What, do you tremble lest you should be mine?

Alon. What's in my pow'r? oh, yes, to stab my friend!

Leon. To stab your friend were barbarous indeed!

Alon. First perish all!

[embraces her.

Leon. Hold, Alonzo,

[exit.

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