But what good-natur'd tenderness for you That will be damn'd, though all the world should know it. ALONZO. Then my worst fears are true, and life is past. ZANGA What has the rashness of my passion utter'd? For heav'n's sweet sake, my lord, lift up your heart: ALONZO. So heav'n look on me, As I can't find the man I have offended. ZANGA. Indeed! [Aside.]-Our innocence is not our shield: And death is often ambush'd in our smiles. A letter may be forg'd; and in a point Of such a dreadful consequence as this, One would rely on nought that might be false— ALONZO. O that it were! ZANGA. It is; For who would credit that, which, credited, ALONZO. O Zanga! It is that confounds me most, ZANGA. No more, my lord; for you condemn yourself. Against appearance ?-You can't yet, I find, With some degrees of pain. ALONZO. What indiscretion? ZANGA. Come, you must bear to hear your faults from me. Had you not sent Don Carlos to the court The night before the battle, that foul slave, Who forg'd the senseless scroll which gives you pain, Had wanted footing for his villainy. ALONZO. I sent him not. ZANGA. Not send him!-Ha!-That strikes me. I thought he came on message to the king: His shunning danger, and the promis'd fight? ALONZO. In my confusion, that had quite escap'd me: Inhuman, by the loss of his own honour, To buy the ruin of his friend! Indeed he knew not of my treacherous love- Which calls for judgments on distinguish'd guilt, For she was his, my friend's, and he (Ó horror !) How dearly I abide thy violation! ZANGA. Were then their loves far gone? ALONZO. The father's will There bore a total sway: and he, as soon ZANGA. Indeed, my lord! Then you must pardon me, Again! By heav'n, thou dost insult thy lord. Temptation! One night gain'd! O stings and death! And am I then undone? Alàs, my Zanga! And dost thou own it too? Deny it still, And rescue me one moment from distraction. ZANGA. My lord, I hope the best. ALONZO. False, foolish hope, And insolent to me! Thou know'st it false; 'Twas time to feign; 'twas time to get another, ZANGA. What says my lord? Did Leonora then Never before disclose her passion for you? Never. ALONZO. ZANGA. Throughout the whole three years? ALONZO. O never! never! Why Zanga, should'st thou strive? 'Tis all in vain ; ZANGA. Hold, Sir; I'll break your fall-Wave ev'ry fear, |