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176 Sabrina. Come forth, my Samorat, come forth.

Our fears were false, it was the Prince with music.

Samorat, Samorat! He sleeps:—Samorat!

Or else he's gone to find me out i' th' gallery;

Samorat, Samorat! it must be so.

Orsabrin. This house is full of thresholds and trapdoors.

I have been i' th' cellar, where the maids lie too—

I laid my hand, groping for my way,

Upon one of them, and she began to squeak.

Would I were at sea again i' th' storm!

Oh, a door: though the devil were the porter,

And kept the gate, I'd out.

Ha! guarded! taken in a trap?

Nay, I will out, and there's no other but this.

[Retires and draws, runs at him; another pass, they close Samorat. Philatel in ambush, on my life!

Sabrina. Where should he be?

Ha!

Good heavens, what a spectacle is this! my Samorat!

Some apparition, sure! [They discover one another by the light, throw away their weapons, and embrace Samorat. My noble friend!

What angry and malicious planet govern'd

At this point of time?

Sabrina. My wonder does grow higher.

Orsabrin. That which governs ever: I seldom knew it better.

Samorat. It does amaze me, sir, to find you here:

How enter'd you this place?

Orsabrin. Forc'd by unruly men i' th' street.

Sabrina. Now the mistake is plain.

Orsabrin. Are you not hurt?

Samorat. No; but you bleed.

Orsabrin. I do indeed, but 'tis not here; this is