GUZMAN (endeavouring to raise him).
When passion led thee to disgrace thyself,
This was an act of friendship.—Rise, Romiero.
ROMIERO.
I will remain. Sunk to this deep disgrace,
The centre of the earth were fitter for me
Than its fair surface and the light of heaven.
Oh! this exceeds the worst imagination
That e'er found entrance to this madden'd brain!
That he—this hateful, vulgar, shapeless creature
Fy, fy!
GUZMAN.
Thou art in verity beside thyself.
It is not possible that such a one
Could please Zorada, were she even unfaithful.
ROMIERO (rising fiercely).
Who is bereft of virtue, gross, debased.
Yea, black deformity will be to her
A new and zestful object.
Enter Zorada behind him.
GUZMAN (making her a sign to retire).