d you Bawd Sir,
And such a Counsellour I never car'd for.

_Enter the_ Governour, Clodio, Leopold, Charino _and_
Attendants _at one door_, Hippolyta _at the other._

_Hip._ Your Lordship does me honour.

_Gover._ Fair _Hippolyta_,
I am come to ease you of a charge.

_Hip._ I keep none
I count a burthen Sir: and yet I lye too.

_Gover._ Which is the Maid; is she here?

_Clod._ Yes Sir,
This is she, this is _Zenocia_,
The very same I sued to your Lordship for.

_Zen._ _Clodio_ again? more misery? more ruin?
Under what angry star is my life govern'd?

_Gov._ Come hither Maid, you are once more a free woman,
Here I discharge your bonds.

_Arn._ Another smile,
Another trick of fortune to betray us!

_Hip._ Why does your Lordship use me so unnobly?
Against my will to take away my bond-woman?

_Gov._ She was no lawful prize, therefore no bond-woman:
She's of that Country we hold friendship with,
And ever did, and therefore to be used
With entertainment, fair and courteous.
The breach of League in us gives foul example,
Therefore you must be pleas'd to think this honest;
Did you know what she was?

_Leop._ Not till this instant;
For had I known her, she had been no prisoner.

_Gov._ There, take the Maid, she is at her own dispose now,
And if there be ought else to do your honour
Any poor service in--

_Clod._ I am vowed your servant.

_Arn._ Your Father's here too, that's our only comfort,
And in a Country now, we stand free people,
Where _Clodio_ has no power, be comforted.

_Zen._ I fear some trick yet.

_Arn._ Be not so dejected.

_Gover._ You must not be displeas'd; so farewel Lady.
Come Gentlemen; Captain, you must with me too,
I have a little business.

_Leop._ I attend your Lordship:
Now my way's free, and my hope's Lord again.
[_Exeunt all but_ Hip. _and_ Zab.

_Hip._ D'ye jeer me now ye are going?
I may live yet--to make you howl both.

_Zab._ You might have done; you had power then,
But now the chains are off, the command lost,
And such a story they will make of this
To laugh out lazie time.

_Hip._ No means yet left me?
For now I burst with anger: none to satisfie me?
No comfort? no revenge?

_Zab._ You speak too late;
You might have had all these, your useful servants,
Had you been wise, and suddain: what power, or will
Over her beauty, have you now? by violence
To constrain his love; she is as free as you are,
And no law can impeach her liberty,