ALONZO. Ha! resign her to me Resign her! Who resign'd her?-Double death! How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke: First love her to distraction; then resign her! ZANGA. But was it not with utmost agony? ALONZO. Grant that, he still resign'd her; that's enough. ZANGA. Was't his request? Are you right sure of that? ALONZO. A tale ! there's proof equivalent to sight. ZANGA. I should distrust my sight on this occasion. ALONZO. And so should I; by heav'n, I think I should. We guess'd at angels? O! I'm all confusion. ZANGA. You now are too much ruffled to think clearly. Since bliss and horror, life and death, hang on it, Go to your chamber; there maturely weigh To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought ALONZO. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all To gain her lovers with the sons of men. [Exit Alon. Enter ISABElla. ZANGA. Thus far it works auspiciously. My patient ISABELLA. I overheard your conference, and saw you, ZANGA. There, There, Isabella, I outdid myself: In its first force, but superadd a new: To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud? The foul contents, if I should swear it now A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me; It is. ISABELLA. ZANGA. That's well-Ah! what is well? O pang to think; Whither, my soul, ah! Whither, art thou sunk To cowards, and poor wretches wanting bread: And greater sure my merit, who, to gain A point sublime, can such a task sustain; To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend, And shock my nature to attain my end: Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise ; For wonder is involuntary praise. ACT. IV. SCENE I. Enter ALONZO and ZANGA. ALONZO. WHAT a pain to think! when every thought, Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs, And reason knits th' inextricable toil, In which herself is taken! I am lost; Poor insect that I am, I am involv'd, And bury'd in the web myself have wrought! One argument is balanc'd by another, And reason reason meets in doubtful fight, And proofs are countermin'd by equal proofs. No more I'll bear this battle of the mind, This inward anarchy; but find my wife, And, to her trembling heart presenting death, Force all the secret from her. ZANGA. You totter on the very brink of ruin. O forbear! ALONZO. What dost thou mean? ZANGA. [Aside.] That will discover all, And kill my hopes: What can I think or do? ALONZO. What dost thou murmur? ZANGA. Force the secret from her! What's perjury to such a crime as this? Such is her father's power. ALONZO. No more; I care not: Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die. ZANGA. But for what better will you change this load? Grant you should know it, would not that be worse? ALONZO. No; it would cure me of my mortal pangs, ZANGA. Ah! were I sure of that, my lord ALONZO, What then? ZANGA. You should not hazard life to gain the secret. |