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Scene 3.
Zizania.in a Foresters disguise.
What Law, so tyrranous, doth us enjoyn
With the first Rites of Nature to dispence?
Our common preservation should prevaile,
Ballanc'd against all other consequence.
Yet I unhappy must such ties inflict
Upon my self, as no Law would impose,
To save another, I my self must lose
This goodly light, whereof we so much boast,
Serves but to us our thraldome to install:
No sooner we do Reasons use attain,
But what, who want her, do with liberty;
Her strict prescriptions do to us deny.
Madam, where is your Highnesse?
Eumena Ent. disguis'd in a Foresters habit.
Eu.
Here, Zizania, here.
Ziz.
I fearfull am to lose you; this distance
Will too much endanger our division.
You seem not forward in your own desires;
What makes you slack your preintended speed?
If fear; Love hath his resolution lost:
If lassitude; repose your self on me.
Eu.
Neither: Zizania.
I stay'd to gather somewhat I let fall.
Ziz.
By your long silence, Madam, I should judge,
Your thoughts do suffer some distraction.
This your escape would else be some degree
Unto your satisfaction.
Eu.
Which is not figur'd soly in discourse,
Such entertainments now would onely serve
But to diclose what our disguize conceals.
Ziz.
Here are no witnesses, believe, but such,
Whose simple Nature can distinguish nought
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They happily enjoy, would not betray
Our Liberty.
Eu.
Are we yet far remote from whence we came,
Or whether we intend?
Ziz.
From both past all distinguishing.
Eu.
Thou hast so many winding turnings trod,
I fear our unknown course should backward lead.
Ziz.
This path doth guide us to a little Plain,
Would perfectly to either us direct.
Eu.
From which I gather what I have to shun,
to her self
Zizania, hark, I hear some noise at hand;
Step thou before and make discovery.
Ziz.
Twas but your Highness apprehension.
Eu.
Think'st thou my fears so vain to agitate
Beyond the true direction of my sense.
Ziz.
Your satisfaction moves my diligence.
Eu.
I have at length attempted with success,
Who by one Party twice betray'd will be,
The Author is of his own mysery,
Had but my thoughts reflected at the first
On the extraction of this infamous
Betrayer of my trust; I had not now
Been forced to expose my wandring steps
To the uncertain chance of Night; nor yet
The fury of each savage Beast. Nature
In the firm Rule of her Productions would
Have taught me, she, according to each kinde,
Doth seldome fail in figuring of the minde.
The Fathers high Ambition I have found,
Which travels indirectly to supplant
Me of my Right: whose Pow'r to oresway,
Both Love and Wisdome traceth out one way
Ex. Eu.
Ziz.
Twas but the Image of your jealousie.
Ziz re-ent.
Madam! Madam! I am not surely come
Unto the Place I left her in. Heav'n guide
My course aright, night may not us divide.
Ex. Ziza.
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