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SCENE. II.

ZEGRY, ORMIN.
Zegry.
Ormin, I sought thee.

Ormin.
Sir, I sought you also.

Zegry.
Know that to morrow we will depart hence.

Ormin.
What! will you leave so soon your native country,
These cottages, these woods and these fair meadows?

Zegry.
I have not hid from thee that in those places
I love the sweet Fatima, a rich Master-piece
Of Heaven, and hop'd to see that Beauty here
So cherish'd and ador'd; but I have learn'd
That she is now at Tunis with her Father;
And though this happy residence may be said
To be a second Paradise, I cannot
See any fair thing here, since she is absent.

Ormin.
How happy is Fatima, and how miserable
Am I!—

aside.
Zegry.
How grievous is her absence to
My amourous soul! to render me by her,
To morrow by the break of day we'll take
Our way for Tunis, I shall be too happy:
If I may see her, and I do believe
That she will bear some part too in my joy;
She had no little trouble, I perceiv'd,
For my departure last, and without doubt
I'm not indifferent to her.

Ormin.
Certainly
Her flame will not be quench'd.

Zegry.
That's all my hope.

Ormin.
And that is all my feare—

aside.