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Scena 1.

Enter Abilqualit, Selinthus, Gasselles, Osman, Souldiers, and Muts.
Abil.
No more, good faithful Souldiers; thank the powers
divine, has brought me back to you in safety;
the traitorous practises against our life,
and our deare fathers, poison'd by our brother;
we have discoverd, and shall take just vengance
on the unnatural paricide: Retire
into your tents, and peacefully expect
the event of things, you Osman and Gasselles
shall into th'Citie with me.

Os.
We wil march
through the world with thee, dear Soveraign,
great Abilqualit.

Abil.
Selinthus,
give you our dear Tarifa speedie notice
we are again among the living: pray him
to let our loyal Subjects in the Citie,
have sure intelligence of our escape;
and dearest friends and fellowes, let not your
too loud expressions of your joy, for our
unlook'd for welfare, subject to discoverie
our unexpected safety.

Sel.
Never fear: they'r trustie Mirmidons, and wil stick close
to you their dear Achilles; but my Lord,
the wisest may imagine it were safer
for you to rest here 'mong your armed legions,
then to intrust your person in the City,
whereas it seems by the pass'd storie, you'le
not know friends from enemies.

Abil.
Selinthus,
Thy honest care declares the zealous duty
thou ow'st thy Soveraign: but what danger can
assault us there, where there, is none suspects
we are alive? we'l go surveigh the state
of things, i'th'morning we will seize the Palace,
and then proclaim our Right. Come, valiant Captains,
you shall be our companions.

Gas.
And we'l guard you
safe, as you were encompass'd with an Army.

Sel.
You guard your own fools heads: Is't fit his safety,
on which our lives and fortunes have dependance,
should be expos'd unto your single valour?
Pray once let your friends rule you, that you may
rule them hereafter. Your good brother Abrahen
has a strong faction, it should seem i'th'Court:
and those these Blood-hounds follow'd the sent hotly
till they had worried Mura. He has other
allies of no mean consequence; your Eunuch
Mesithes his chief Favourite, and Simanthes.

Abil.
It was that Villain that betray'd my Love
to him and slaught'red Mura.

Sel.
Very likely.
An arranter, falser Parasite, never was
cut like a Colt. Pray Sir, be wise this once,
at my intreaties; and for ever after
use your discretion as you please: these night works
I do not like; yet e're the morning I will bring
Tarifa to you.

Abil.
You shall o're rule us. Poor Caropia, these
thoughts are thy vot'ries; love thy active fire,
flames out when present, absent in desire.

Exeunt.