University of Virginia Library

SCENE VIII.

Carlos, Pizarro, Zorayda, and Selima.
Carl.
Joy of my Eyes, and Transport of my Soul!
'Tis not in Words, tho' sweetest Eloquence
Flow'd from my Tongue, to breath those Thanks,
Which are too big for Thought.
My Length of Days to come shall be
In pleasing Recompence employ'd.

Zoray.
Enough; enough:
Think, I have play'd the Miser's Part;
Who, seeing a Mansion please his Eye,
Buyes it for his Delight.

Piz.
We will with distant Watchfulness provide,
Lest any sudden, rude, Surprize
Break on your springing Loves.

Exit Pizarro, leading Selima.