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The REVENGE.
Be most assur'd, he had Resign'd her to you
With less Reluctance.
With less Reluctance.
Alon.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!
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!
Zan.But was it not with utmost Agony?
Alon.Grant that, he still Resign'd her, that's enough.
Would he pluck out his Eye to give it me?
Tear out his Heart?—She was his Heart no more———
Nor was it with Reluctance he Resign'd her.
By Heav'n, he ask'd, he courted me to wed.
I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so.
Would he pluck out his Eye to give it me?
Tear out his Heart?—She was his Heart no more———
Nor was it with Reluctance he Resign'd her.
By Heav'n, he ask'd, he courted me to wed.
I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so.
Zan.Was't his Request? Are you right sure of that?—
I fear the Letter was not all a Tale.
I fear the Letter was not all a Tale.
Alon.A Tale! There's Proof equivalent to Sight.
Zan.I should distrust my Sight on this Occasion.
Alon.And so should I; by Heav'n, I think I should.
What! Leonora, the Divine? by whom
We guest at Angels? Oh! I'm all Confusion.
What! Leonora, the Divine? by whom
We guest at Angels? Oh! I'm all Confusion.
Zan.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
Each Circumstance; consider, above all,
That it is Jealousy's peculiar Nature
To swell small Things to Great, nay, out of Nought
To conjure much, and then to lose its Reason,
Amid the hideous Phantomes it has form'd.
Since Bliss and Horror, Life and Death hang on it,
Go to your Chamber, there maturely weigh
Each Circumstance; consider, above all,
That it is Jealousy's peculiar Nature
To swell small Things to Great, nay, out of Nought
To conjure much, and then to lose its Reason,
Amid the hideous Phantomes it has form'd.
Alon.Had I ten Thousand Lives, I'd give them all
To be deceiv'd. I fear 'tis Dooms-day with me;
And yet she seem'd so pure, that I thought Heav'n
Borrow'd her Form for Virtue's self to wear,
To gain her Lovers with the Sons of Men.
[Exit Alonzo.
To be deceiv'd. I fear 'tis Dooms-day with me;
And yet she seem'd so pure, that I thought Heav'n
Borrow'd her Form for Virtue's self to wear,
To gain her Lovers with the Sons of Men.
[Exit Alonzo.
Enter Isabella.
Zan.Thus far it works auspiciously. My Patient
Thrives underneath my Hand in Misery.
He's gone to think, that is to be distracted.
Thrives underneath my Hand in Misery.
He's gone to think, that is to be distracted.
Isab.