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SCENE III.

FATIMA, CHARIFA, ORMIN
FATIMA.
This foul contemps which Zaida offers me
Provokes me highly, so far was this false one
From hindering Adibar to visit her,
(As she engag'd herself in promise to me)
That she accepted kindly of his hand,
To disoblige me; tis an injury
Of such a nature as requires reveng.

CHARIFA.
The affront is known unto your self, you saw it
With your own eyes, and to speak truely Madame,
The injustice is extream.

FATIMA.
Know that my anget
Is so too; let us enter, it is late,
This night shall give us counsell.

ORMIN.
I'l go one,
And stay no longer, las! I dare not open
My mouth, nor keep it shut. Love, I beseech thee,
Mingle at least some good in the great masse.
Of my misfortunes, graunt that in demanding
All things of her, she grant me nothing for
him.—
aside.
Madame, shall I find so much goodnes from you
As to allow me the sweet liberty
To leave this letter heer in your fair hands?
It commeth from a Louer the most passionate
Of all those which the Lustre of your eyes.
Hath made slaves; and who, not withstanding all
The love wherewith his soul is seis'd, hath griven you
Some cause of plaint.

FATIMA.
Of plaint! ist Adibar
That writes vnto me? Softly to Charifa.

CHARIFA.
Without doubt tis he,
My heart doth tell me so.

FATIMA.
What would that false one
Desire of me?

ORMIN.
How cruell is this sweetnes
To me?—
aside.
The end of his desires is to
Appear before you, highly to detest
His insolēt crime, he would expresse the trouble
Wherewirh his soul is press'd, to the Divinity
Iustly offended, and receive in making
His fault worthy to be forgot, a pardon.
Or death at your fair feet.

FATIMA.
I desire not
His death; but I would have him live and hope;
How late soever his repentance comes,
I love it, and 't is welcome. My heart is
Already pacified by thy discourse.

ORMIN.
I have for my misfortune, too well sped.—

(aside.
FATIMA.
Let see with what, air, in this letter he
Vtters his thought, we will go in to read it,
And to give answer; since he is no longer
Obstinate in his coldnes, I will send
His pardon sign'd and seal'd.

ORMIN.
How full of joy
Will Zegry be at my return?

FATIMA.
What say you?
Zegry.

ORMIN.
Tis he that sends me, he will kisse
The words where with y'ave flatter'd him.

Fatima tearing his letter.
FATIMA.
This is
My answer, go, and carry it unto him.
Exit Fatima.