s doing
The Law may seise his life: thus as I am then,
Not like _Hippolyta_, but a _Bacchanal_
My frantique Love transports me. [_Exit._
_Leo._ Sure she's distracted.
_Zab._ Pray you follow her: I will along with you:
I more than ghess the cause: women that love
Are most uncertain, and one minute crave,
What in another they refuse to have. [_Exit._
_Scena Quinta._
_Enter_ Clodio, Charino.
_Clo._ Assure thy self _Charino_, I am alter'd
From what I was; the tempests we have met with
In our uncertain voyage, were smooth gales
Compar'd to those, the memory of my lusts
Rais'd in my Conscience: and if ere again
I live to see _Zenocia_, I will sue,
And seek to her as a Lover, and a Servant,
And not command affection, like a Tyrant.
_Char._ In hearing this, you make me young again,
And Heaven, it seems, favouring this good change in you
In setting of a period to our dangers
Gives us fair hopes to find that here in _Lisbon_
Which hitherto in vain we long have sought for.
I have receiv'd assur'd intelligence,
Such strangers have been seen here: and though yet
I cannot learn their fortunes, nor the place
Of their abode, I have a Soul presages
A fortunate event here.
_Clo._ There have pass'd
A mutual enterchange of courtesies
Between me, and the Governour; therefore boldly
We may presume of him, and of his power
If we finde cause to use them, otherwise
I would not be known here, and these disguises
Will keep us from discovery.
_Enter_ Manuel, Doctor, Arnoldo, Guard.
_Char._ What are these?
_Clo._ The Governour: with him my Rival, bound.
_Char._ For certain 'tis _Arnoldo_.
_Clo._ Let's attend
What the success will be.
_Mar._ Is't possible
There should be hope of his recovery,
His wounds so many and so deadly?
_Doct._ So they appear'd at first, but the blood stop'd,
His trance forsook him, and on better search
We found they were not mortal.
_Man._ Use all care
To perfect this unhop'd for cure: that done
Propose your own rewards: and till you shall
Hear farther from me, for some ends I have,
Conceal it from his Mother.
_Doct._ Wee'l not fail Sir. [_Exit._
_Man._ You still stand confident on your innocence.
_Arn._ It is my best and last guard, which I will not
Leave, to relye on your uncertain mercy.
_Enter_ Hippolyta, Zabulon, Leopold, Zenocia, 2 Servants.
_Hip._ Who bad you follow me! Goe home, and you Sir,
As you respect me, goe with her.
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