Mar. Did not I hear Alonzo nam’d? [Aside.
Alon. By all that’s good I am in earnest, Friend;
Nay thy own Eyes shall convince thee
Of the Power of hers.
Her Veil fell off, and she appear’d to me,
Like unexpected Day, from out a Cloud;
The lost benighted Traveller
Sees not th’ Approach of [the next Morning’s Sun]
With more transported Joy,
Than I this ravishing and unknown Beauty.