Amph. Unhappy man! 'tis so, he loves me. [Aside.
O sir, I have sadder truth to tell to you
Than yours can be to me——I dare not
Speak it.
Zor. My fears are true; she loves me. [Aside.
Pray tell me, what it is?
Amph. Tell yours first, sir.
Zor. Alas! you saw I tried, but could not get
It past my lips.
Amph. If I should try, mine would not come so far.
Zor. Would I knew yours, I could tell it for you.
Amph. So could I yours, [and] yet I can't my own.
Zor. Alas! she loves me. [Aside.
Amph. Poor Zoranzo! I see he loves me. [Aside.
But, sir, consider we are going to die;
Let us die undeceiv'd in one another.
Zor. O, that some one that knows each of our hearts,
Would hearken to our griefs, and bid
An angel come and speak for both!