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Rh Orsabrin. Ha!

Light and the fresh air again! The place I know too;

The very same I fought the duel in.

The devil was in the right:

This was a mere apparition; but 'twas

A handsome one; it left impressions here,

Such as the fairest substance I shall e'er

Behold will scarce deface. Well, I must resolve;

But what, or where? Ay, that's the question.

The town's unsafe, there's no returning thither:

And then the port

Ha! what means the busy haste of these?

[Calls to one] Honest friend! dost hear? No. What's the matter, pray?

Clown. Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Orsabrin. That's good satisfaction, indeed!

[To another] Prithee,

Good fellow, tell me: what causes all this hurry?

Clown. One Samorat is led to prison, sir,

And another gentleman about Lord Torcular.

Orsabrin. Ha! Samorat!

There is no mean nor end of Fortune's malice!

O, 'tis insufferable: I'm made a boy

Whipt on another's back. Cruel! I'll not

Endure 't, by Heaven! He shall die for me:

I will not hold a wretched life upon

Such wretched terms.

Tamoren. Fly, fly, abroad! Search every place,

And bring him back! Thou hast undone us all

With thy neglect; destroy'd the hopes we had

To be ourselves again. I shall run mad

With anger! Fly, begone!

My Reginella, what brings you abroad?

Reginella. Dear governor! I have a suit to you.

Tamoren. To me, my pretty sweetness? what?