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210 Reginella. 'Tis Orsabrin:

They have kept their words.

Orsabrin. Reginella!

She was a woman, then. O, let me go!

Gaoler. You do forget, sure, what you are.

Orsabrin. I do indeed: O, to unriddle now!

Stramador. And to this man you owe it, sir:

You find an engagement to him there;

And I must hope you'll make me just to him.

Prince. He does deserve it; seize on him.

Tamoren. Nay, then, all truths must out.

That I am lost, and forfeit to the law,

I do confess; yet, since to save this prince

Prince. Prince!

Orsabrin. Our Mephostophilus is mad.

Tamoren. Yes, Prince,

This is the Orsabrin.

Orsabrin. Ha!

Tamoren. So long ago supposed lost—your brother, sir.

Fetch in there Ardellan and Piramont.

Nassurat. What mad planet rules this day!

Ardellan and Piramont!

Orsabrin. The devil's wanton,

And abuses all mankind to-day.

Tamoren. These faces are well known to all Francelians!

Now let them tell the rest.

Piramont. My noble master living! found in Francelia!

Ardellan. The gods have satisfied our tedious hopes.

Philatel. Some imposture!

Orsabrin. A new design of Fortune:

I dare not trust it.

Tamoren. Why speak you not?

Piramont. I am so full of joy, it will not out.

Know, ye Francelians,

When Sanborne, fatal field, was fought,

So desperate were the hopes of Orsabrin,

That 'twas thought fit to send away this prince,

And give him safety in another clime;

That, spite of an ill day, an Orsabrin

Might be preserv'd alive. Thus you all know.

To Garradan's chief charge he was committed;