 | The Noble Ingratitude |  |
SCENE III.
ALABEZ, ZEGRY, ORMIN.Alabez.
Cheer up, cheer up,
Smother your sighs, I have a counter poison
For all your sorrows.
Zegry.
Speak it then without
Holding us long in trouble.
Alabez.
Give me leave.
First, if you please, to take a little breath.
Zegry.
Speak then?
Alabez.
I'm not dispos'd yet.
Zegry.
Oh thou mak'st me.
Suffer too much? tell it unto us quickly.
Alabez.
You might die with it.
Zegry.
Is't then some misfortune
Sent me by destiny?
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I say agiane.
You might die with it, but t'would be with joy;
Fatima yesterday late in the evening
Arrived in these quarters.
Zegry.
Is it possible,
Fatima?
Alabez.
Yes, assure you, I have seen her.
Zegry.
Perhaps thou art deceiv'd.
Alabez.
I am no asse.
I did observe her well, and knew her perfectly.
Her Slave, who was my Mistresse formerly,
Entered just now with her into that wood.
Zegry.
Good Gods? do I not see her?
Alabez.
Yes, that's she
Which passeth by.
Zegry.
What lustre hath her eye;
What grace her gate?
Ormin.
Alas?
Zegry.
I see a thousand new charms there.
Alabez.
Are you besotted? wil you not salute her?
Zegry.
No, to perform that complement, I'le give her
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My soul lesse in disorder.
Alabez.
For my part,
Who do not love so daintily, I will,
Without deferring it, make my addresse.
Zegry.
Without discovering our selves, we may
From hence know by the usage of the servant,
In what esteem the Master is at present.
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