[exit.

Zan. Ha, it dawns!—

Isa. Two nights ago.

Zan. That was the very night

Isa. At midnight.

Zan. So—

Isa. No, my good lord.

Zan. No matter—tell me, woman,

Isa. You best can judge; but so the world thinks of him.

Zan. Why, that was well—go, fetch my tablets hither.

Isa. Alonzo comes this way.

Zan. Most opportunely.—

[exit Isabella.

Alon. Of what, good Zanga?

Zan. Is not the lovely Leonora yours?

Alon. What will become of Carlos?

Zan. He's your friend;

Alon. Alas, thou little know'st the force of love!

Zan. You will not wed her then?

Alon. Not instantly.

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