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[Scene II.
A Street in Mora.]Enter Monasin, and Cratoner disguised.
Mon.
Now wee'r alone, tell mee this charming news,
Which will such Joy in all our hearts infuse.
Crat.
Neere the Black Tower, as I disguis'd did stand,
The officer who did the Guards Command
Ask'd mee what bussinesse had brought mee there.
As soone as ever I his voice did heare,
I knew him well to be brave Olerand,
Who had soe long serv'd under my Command.
Mon.
That Olerand who did such noble things
That battle where wee lost the best of Kings,
Whose Vallour Clorimun soe much did prize,
Hee gave him one of the old Companies?
Crat.
The very same.
Mon.
How durst they trust him there?
Crat.
That did to mee a Miracle appeare.
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And still how true to honour hee had prov'd,
I forthwith did acquaint him who I was.
Then hee a hundred times did mee embrace,
And freely afterwards to mee confess'd
Hee lately bought that Office hee possess't.
I told him, then, by noe means 'twould be thought
A crime in him to sell what hee had bought;
To which soe many motives I sett downe,
He privately brought mee to Clorimun,
Where Olerand protested before mee
Hee wou'd this night sett him at Libertie.
The Generall too vow'd hee'd noe more deferre
By open force to Restore Melizer,
Which hee noe longer cou'd esteeme unjust,
Th'usurper having freed him of his trust.
Mon.
Blest be thy tongue which such good news dost bring!
Now wee shall change our Tyrant for our King.
Crat.
Our happie fortune yet does higher fly.
The Generall sent both Olerand and I
To our true King to let him understand
What for his Restauration was in hand,
Whose Royall goodnesse has forgiven us all,
And has made Clorimun our Generall.
And, in a word, thus wee resolv'd the thing:
This very night wee shou'd such Forces bring,
As when hee shou'd him from the Prison gett,
Might to the Campe justifie his retreate.
Mon.
Since in a Tyrants cause wee prosper'd soe,
In the true Kings our Swords shou'd Wonders doe.
On the wrong side wee know how wee can fight.
Let's prove now wee can doe it on the right.
Some joyfull news I can returne to you,
For Thrasolin writt to mee, even now,
The Campe th'Usurpers crimes soe much resent,
That as one man they on revenge are bent.
Crat.
Thither without delay, then, lett us post,
That in this great designe noe time be lost.
[Exeunt.
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