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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!

Have we not mistaken a turning, Ziriff,

And stepp'd into the confines of

Some melancholy devil's territory?

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

Not suffer any 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 it be the prince? [Ziriff goes to the door of the cave

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

King. Is he not come then?

Zir. No.

King. Where's Ariaspes?

Zir. Waiting within.

Iol. I do not like this waiting,

Nor this fellow's leaving of us.