Is this a night for walks of contemplation?
Something unusual hangs upon your heart,
And I will know it; by our loves I will.
To you I sacrificed my virgin fame;
Ask I too much to share in your distress?

Zan. In tears? Thou fool! then hear me, and be plunged

In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee.
To strike thee with astonishment at once,
I hate Alonzo. First recover that,
And then thou shalt hear farther.
Isa. Hate Alonzo!

I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend,
And that he lost the master in the name.

Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since