I left him vertuous; how I shake to think now!
And how that joy I had, cools, and forsakes me!
_Enter above_ Hippolyta _and_ Zabulon.
This Lady is but fair, I have been thought so
Without compare admired; She has bewitched him
And he forgot--
_Arn._ 'Tis she again, the same--the same _Zenocia_.
_Zab._ There they are together.--Now you may mark.
_Hip._ Peace, let 'em parly.
_Arn._ That you are well _Zenocia_, and once more
Bless my despairing eyes, with your wisht presence,
I thank the gods; but that I meet you here--
_Hip._ They are acquainted.
_Zab._ I found that secret Madam,
When you co[m]manded her go home: pray hear 'em.
_Zen._ That you meet me here, ne're blush at that _Arnoldo_.
Your coming comes too late: I am a woman,
And one woman with another may be trusted;
Do you fear the house?
_Arn._ More than a fear, I know it,
Know it not good, not honest.
_Zen._ What do you here then?
I'th' name of vertue why do you approach it?
Will you confess the doubt and yet pursue it?
Where have your eyes been wandring, my _Arnoldo_?
What constancy, what faith do you call this? Fie,
Aim at one wanton mark, and wound another?
I do confess, the Lady fair, most beauteous,
And able to betray a strong mans liberty,
[Leopold _places himself unseen below.
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