ROMIERO: A TRAGEDY.
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GUZMAN.
ROMIERO.
Ay, and a doubt which, when I saw thee last,
Did not exist. Speak, speak! If thou mistrust her,
It is on no slight grounds.
GUZMAN.
ROMIERO.
GUZMAN.
'Twill make no certain proof against Zorada.
And since thou think'st her love for thee is changed,
Caring but for her love, thou may'st the better
Endure to learn the worst, if such should follow.
ROMIERO (in a faint voice).
GUZMAN.
I've been asleep, and cannot say how long
But pause we now. Thy quiv'ring lips are white,
Thine eyes are fix'd: lean upon me, my friend.