ALONZO. There is a grandeur in thy goodness to me, CARLOS. My heart's in health, my spirits dance their round, ALONZO. And canst thou, canst thou part with Leonora? CARLOS. I do not part with her; I give her thee. O Carlos! ALONZO. CARLOS. sake; Don't distrust me; I'm sincere ; ALONZO. Ah! how?-But think not words were ever made For such occasions: Silence, tears, embraces, Are languid eloquence: I'll seek relief In absence from the pain of so much goodness; There thank the blest above; thy sole superiors, Adore, and raise my thoughts of them by thee. [Exit. ZANGA. [Aside.] Thus far success has crown'd my boldest hope: My next care is to hasten these new nuptials; And then my master-works begin to play. Why that was greatly done, without one sigh [To Carlos. To carry such a glory to its period. CARLOS. Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone; and now I must unsluice my over-burden'd heart, Let gush the torrent of his blood, and dy'd. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Enter ZANGA and ISABElla. ZANGA. JOY, thou welcome stranger! twice three years It is thy last, thy last smile, that which now ISABELLA. What commands my Moor? ZANGA. My fair ally! my lovely minister! 'Twas well Alvarez, by my arts impell'd, Finish'd the nuptials soon as he resolv'd them; This conduct ripen'd all for me, and ruin. The most profound acknowledgment of heart To aid the nobler workings of my brain. .ISABELLA. I quickly dropt it in the bride's apartment, you commanded. As ZANGA. With a lucky hand; For soon Alonzo found it. I observ'd him When he, as if an arrow pierc'd his eye, At first he look'd as if he meant to read it; But, check'd by rising fears, he crush'd it thus; ISABELLA. But if he read it not, it cannot sting him; At least not mortally. ZANGA. At first I thought it so; But farther thought informs me otherwise, ISABELLA. That would indeed commend my Zanga's skill. ZANGA. This, Isabella, is Don Carlos' picture; Or elsewhere, as shall best promote our end. ISABELLA. I'll weigh it as its consequence requires; Then do my utmost to deserve your smile. [Exit Isab. ZANGA. Is that Alonzo prostrate on the ground? Now he starts up like flame from sleeping embers, If thus a slight surmise can work his soul, Enter ALONZO. ALONZO. And yet it cannot be-I am deceiv'd He doubts. ZANGA. [Aside.] ALONZO. I dare not look on this again: |