_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.
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