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124 Made with themselves, must know no motion

Eccentric, may meet as soon as we.

The anger that the foolish sea does show,

When it does brave it out, and roar against

A stubborn rock that still denies it passage,

Is not so vain and fruitless as my prayers.

Ye mighty powers of love and fate, where is

Your justice here? It is thy part, fond boy,

When thou dost find one wounded heart, to make

The other so; but, if thy tyranny

Be such, that thou wilt leave one breast to hate;

If we must live, and this survive,

How much more cruel's fate?

Iol. A glorious night!

Ari. Pray heav'n it prove so! Are we not there yet?

Zir. 'Tis about this hollow.

Ari. How now! what region are we got into?

Th' inheritance of night!

Are we not mistaken a turning, Ziriff,

And stept into some melancholy devil's territory?

Sure 'tis a part of the first Chaos, that would

Endure no change.

Zir. No matter, sir: 'tis as proper for our purpose,

As the lobby for the waiting-woman's.

Stay you here: I'll move a little backward;

And so we shall be sure to put him past

Retreat. You know the word, if't be the prince. [Goes to the mouth of the cave

Here, sir, follow me, all's quiet yet.

King. He's not come, then?

Zir. No.

King. Where's Ariaspes?

Zir. Waiting within.