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THE BEST PLAYS
THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
VOL. I.-PART II.
PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM MILLER, OLD BOND-STREET. PRINTED BY JAMES BALLANTYNE,
SCENE I.-Battlements, with a Sea Prospect. Is this a night for walks of contemplation?
Something unusual hangs upon your heart,
And I will know it; by our loves I will. Zan. Whether first nature, or long want of To you I sacrificed my virgin fame; peace,
| Ask I too much to share in your distress? Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell: Zan. In tears? Thou fool! then hear me, and But horrors now are not displeasing to me:
[Thunder. In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee. I like this rocking of the battlements.
| To strike thee with astonishment at once,
Isa. Hate Alonzo !
I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend,
And that he lost the master in tha' name.
Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since Isa. Why have you left my bed ?
that great man Your absence more affrights me than the storm. (Great let me call him, for be conquered me)
Zan. The dead alone, in such a night, can rest, Made me the captive of his arm in fight. And I indulge my meditation here.
He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, Woman, away. I chuse to be alone.
While I, with pious roge, pursued revenge. Isa. I know you do, and therefore will not I then was young: he placed me near his person, leave you;
And thought me not dishonoured by his service. Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. One day, (may that returning day be night,