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] ''Iol. Ari.'' Ha, ha, ha! how they look now!

Zir. Death! what's this?

Ther. Betray'd again!

All th' ease our fortune gives our miseries

Is hope; and that, still proving false, grows part of it.

King. From whence this guard?

Ari. Why, sir, I did corrupt,

While we were his prisoners, one of his own

To raise the court.

Shallow souls, that thought we could not countermine!

Come, sir, y'are in good posture to despatch them.

King. Lay hold upon his instrument. Fond man!

Dost think I am in love with villainy?

All the service they can do me here is but

To let these see the right I do them now

Is unconstrain'd. Then thus I do proceed:

Upon the place Zorannes lost his life

I vow to build a tomb; and on that tomb

I vow to pay three whole years' penitence.

If in that time I find that heaven and you

Can pardon, I shall find again the way

To live amongst you.

Ther. Sir, be not

So cruel to yourself: this is an age.

King. 'Tis now irrevocable. Thy father's lands

I give thee back again, and his commands,

And, with them, leave to wear the tiara

That man there has abus'd. To you, Orbella,

Who, it seems, are foul as well as I,

I do prescribe the self-same physic I

Do take myself; but in another place,

And for a longer time—Diana's nunnery.

Orb. Above my hopes.

King. [To Ari.] For you, who still have been

The ready instrument of all my cruelties,

And there have cancell'd all the bonds of brother,

Perpetual banishment! Nor should

This line expire, shall thy right have a place.

Ari. Hell and furies!

King. [To Zir.] Thy crimes deserve no less; yet, 'cause

Thou wert Heaven's instrument to save my life,