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THE BEST PLAYS
THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM MILLER, OLD BOND-STREET.
SCENE I.—Battlements, with a Sea Prospect.
Enter Zanga. Zan. Whether first nature, or long want of peace,
Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell:
I like this rocking of the battlements.
Who's there? My love!
Isa. Why have you left my bed? Tour absence more affrights me than the storm.
Zan. The dead alone, in such a night, can rest, And I indulge my meditation here. Woman, away. I chuse to be alone.
Isa. I know you do, and therefore will not leave you;
Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you.
Is this a night for walks of contemplation f
Zan. In tears r Thou fool! then hear me, and
Isa. Hate Alonzo!
Zan. Hear then. Tis twice t*ree years since