_Zab._ Pray you follow her: I will along with you: I more than ghess the cause: women that love Are most uncertain, and one minute crave, What in another they refuse to have. [_Exit._ _Scena Quinta._ _Enter_ Clodio, Charino. _Clo._ Assure thy self _Charino_, I am alter'd From what I was; the tempests we have met with In our uncertain voyage, were smooth gales Compar'd to those, the memory of my lusts Rais'd in my Conscience: and if ere again I live to see _Zenocia_, I will sue, And seek to her as a Lover, and a Servant, And not command affection, like a Tyrant. _Char._ In hearing this, you make me young again, And Heaven, it seems, favouring this good change in you In setting of a period to our dangers Gives us fair hopes to find that here in _Lisbon_ Which hitherto in vain we long have sought for. I have receiv'd assur'd intelligence, Such strangers have been seen here: and though yet I cannot learn their fortunes, nor the place Of their abode, I have a Soul presages A fortunate event here. _Clo._ There have pass'd A mutual enterchange of courtesies Between me, and the Governour; therefore boldly We may presume of him, and of his power If we finde cause to use them, otherwise I would not be known here, and these disguises Will keep us from discovery. _Enter_ Manuel, Doctor, Arnoldo, Guard. _Char._ What are these? _Clo._ The Governour: with him my Rival, bound. _Char._ For certain 'tis _Arnoldo_. _Clo._ Let's attend What the success will be. _Mar._ Is't possible There should be hope of his recovery, His wounds so many and so deadly? _Doct._ So they appear'd at first, but the blood stop'd, His trance forsook him, and on better search We found they were not mortal. _Man._ Use all care To perfect this unhop'd for cure: that done Propose your own rewards: and till you shall Hear farther from me, for some ends I have, Conceal it from his Mother. _Doct._ Wee'l not fail Sir. [_Exit._ _Man._ You still stand confident on your innocence. _Arn._ It is my best and last guard, which I will not Leave, to relye on your uncertain mercy. _Enter_ Hippolyta, Zabulon, Leopold, Zenocia, 2 Servants. _Hip._ Who bad you follow me! Goe home, and you Sir, As you respect me, goe with her. _Arn._ _Zenocia_! And in her house a Servant! _Char._ 'Tis my Daughter. _Clo._ My love? Contain your joy, observe the sequel. [_Zen. passes._ _Man._ Fye Madam, how undecent 'tis for you, So far unlike your self to bee seen thus In th' open streets? why do you kneel? pray you rise, I am acquainted with the wrong, and loss You have sustain'd, and the Delinquent now Stands ready for his punishment. _Hip._ Let it fall, Sir, On the offender: he is innocent, And most unworthy of these bonds he wears, But I made up of guilt. _Man._ What strange turn's this? _Leo._ This was my prisoner once.