ghts? 'Twas she that was commanded,
Or my eyes failed me grosly; that youth, that face
And all that noble sweetness. May she not live here,
And yet be honest still?

_Enter_ Zenocia.

_Zen._ It is _Arnoldo_,
From all his dangers free; fortune I bless thee.
My noble husband! how my joy swells in me,
But why in this place? what business hath he here?
He cannot hear of me, I am not known here.
I left him vertuous; how I shake to think now!
And how that joy I had, cools, and forsakes me!

_Enter above_ Hippolyta _and_ Zabulon.

This Lady is but fair, I have been thought so
Without compare admired; She has bewitched him
And he forgot--

_Arn._ 'Tis she again, the same--the same _Zenocia_.

_Zab._ There they are together.--Now you may mark.

_Hip._ Peace, let 'em parly.

_Arn._ That you are well _Zenocia_, and once more
Bless my despairing eyes, with your wisht presence,
I thank the gods; but that I meet you here--

_Hip._ They are acquainted.

_Zab._ I found that secret Madam,
When you co[m]manded her go home: pray hear 'em.

_Zen._ That you meet me here, ne're blush at that _Arnoldo_.
Your coming comes too late: I am a woman,
And one woman with another may be trusted;
Do you fear the house?

_Arn._ More than a fear, I know it,
Know it not good, not honest.

_Zen._ What do you here then?
I'th' name of vertue why do you approach it?
Will you confess the doubt and yet pursue it?
Where have your eyes been wandring, my _Arnoldo_?
What constancy, what faith do you call this? Fie,
Aim at one wanton mark, and wound another?
I do confess, the Lady fair, most beauteous,
And able to betray a strong mans liberty,
[Leopold _places himself unseen below._
But you that have a love, a wife--you do well
To deal thus wisely with me: yet _Arnoldo_,
Since you are pleas'd to study a new beauty,
And think this old and ill, beaten with misery,
Study a nobler way for shame to love me,
Wrong not her honesty.

_Arn._ You have confirm'd me.

_Zen._ Who though she be your wife, will never hinder you,
So much I rest a servant to your wishes,
And love your Loves, though they be my destructions,
No man shall know me, nor the share I have in thee,
No eye suspect I am able to prevent you,
For since I am a slave to this great Lady,
Whom I perceive you follow,

_Arn._ Be not blinded.

_Zen._ Fortune shall make me useful to your service,
I will speak for you.

_Arn._ Speak for me? you wrong me.

_Zen._ I