Phe. She's in the gallery alone in the dark.
Orsa. Good, very good.

Phe. And is so melancholy

Orsa. Hum.

Phe. Have you shut the garden doors?

Come I'll bring you to her, enter, enter.

Orsa. Yes, I will enter:

He who has lost himself makes no great venture.

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.

Enter SABRINA and ORSABRIN.

Sab. Oh welcome, welcome, as open air to prisoners.

I have had such fears for you.

Orsa. She's warm, and soft as lovers' language:

She spoke, too, prettily:

Now have I forgot all the danger I was in.

Sab. What have you done to day, my better part?

Orsa. Kind little rogue!

I could say the finest things to her methinks;

But then she would discover me :

The best way will be to fall to quietly.

Sab. How now, my Samorat?

What saucy heat hath stolen into thy blood,

And heightened thee to this?

I fear you are not well.

Orsa. 'Sfoot! 'tis a Platonic:

Now cannot I so much as talk that

Sab. Why are you silent, sir?

way neither.

Come, I know you have been in the field to-day.'
Orsa. How does she know that?

[Kisses her.

Sab. If you have kill'd my brother, speak;

It is no new thing that true love

Should be unfortunate.

Orsa. 'Twas her brother I kill'd then.
Would I were with my devils again;
I got well of them,

That will be here impossible.

Enter the Prince, PHILATELL, PHONTRELL, Company and Music.

Phi. The lightest airs; 'twill make them

More secure.

Upon my life he'll visit her to night

[Music plays.

Behind this pillar, Phontrell, is thy place.

As thou didst love thy master, show thy care;

You to the other gate,

There's thy ladder.

Enter SABRINA.

Sab. Come forth, my Samorat, come forth,

Or else he's gone to find me out

I' th' gallery: Samorat! Samorat! it must be so

Enter ORSABRIN.

Orsa. This house is full of thresholds,

And trap-doors,

I have been in the cellar,

Where the maids lie too,

I laid my hand groping for my way

Upon one of them,

And she began to squeak;

Would I were at sea again i' th' storm.

Oh! a door :

Though the devil were the porter,

And kept the gate, I'd out,

Enter SAMORAT.

Orsa. Ha! guarded? taken in a trap!

Nay, I will out,

[Exeunt.

[Exit.

And there's no other

But this.

[Retires and draws, runs at him; another pass, they close. Sam. Philatell in ambush, on my life.

Enter SABRINA, and PHEMILIA with a light.

Sab. Where should he be?

Ha!

Good heavens, what spectacle is this? my Samorat!

Some apparition sure—

[They discover one another by the light, throw away their weapons, and embrace.

Sam. My noble friend!

What angry and malicious planet
Govern'd at this point of time?

Sab. My wonder does grow higher.
Orsa. That which governs ever:

I seldom knew it better.

Sam. It does amaze me, sir, to find you
How entered you this place?

Orsa. Forc'd by unruly men i' th' street.
Sab. Now the mistake is plain.

Orsa. Are you not hurt?

here;

This is a scratch,

It is within, to see this beauty;

For by all circumstances, it was her brother

Whom my unlucky sword found out to-day.

Sab. Oh! my too cruel fancy.

Sam. It was indeed thy sword, but not thy fault;

I am the cause of all these ills.

Why d'you weep, Sabrina?

Sab. Unkind unto thyself and me;

The tempest, this sad news has rais'd within me,

I would have laid with tears,

[Weeps.

But thou disturb'st me.

Oh! Samorat,

Had'st thou consulted but with love, as much
As honour, this had never been.

Sam. I have no love for thee that has not had

So strict an union with honour still,

That in all things they were concern'd alike,

And if there could be a division made,

It would be found

Honour had here the leaner share: "Twas love that told me 'twas unfit That you should love a coward.

Sab. These handsome words are now As if one bound up wounds with silk, Or with fine knots,

Which do not help the cure,

Or make it heal the sooner:

Oh! Samorat, this accident
Lies on our love,

Like to some foul disease,

Which though it kill it not,

Yet will't destroy the beauty;

Disfigure't so,

That 'twill look ugly to the world hereafter.

Sam. Must then the acts of fate be crimes of men,

And shall a death he pull'd upon himself,

Be laid on others?

Remember, sweet, how often

You have said it in the face of heav'n,

That 'twas no love,

Which length of time, or cruelty of chance,

Could lessen or remove;

Oh kill me not that way, Sabrina,

This is the nobler;

Take it and give it entrance any where

But here.

For you so fill that place,

That you must wound yourself.

[Kneels and presents his sword.