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ACT THE FIRST.
Battlements, with a Sea Prospect.
Isu. Why have you left my bed?
Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you.
Isa. Hate Alonzo !
great man (Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me) Made me the captive of his arm in right. He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, While I, with pious rage, pursued revenge. I then was young, he placed me near his person, And thought me not dishonour'd by his service. One day, (may that returning day be night, The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) For something, or for nothing, in his pride He struck me. (While I tell it, do i live?) He smote me on the cheek I did not stab him, For that were poor revenge- E'er since, his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot. Insolent thought! and like a second blow! Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless ; And such alone can wisely drop revenge.
Isa. But with more temper, Żanga, tell your story; To see your strong emotions startles me.
Zan. Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it.
Has the dark adder venom? So have I,
Isa. Just as I enter'd, an express arrived.
Zan. Be propitious,