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ZORADA (eagerly).

Who art thou?

SEBASTIAN.

Hush, till they be farther off.

ZORADA.

Oh! is it thou?

SEBASTIAN.

Stand from me; no embrace;

They may look back and see us.

ZORADA.

How slow they move! Will they ne'er gain the thicket?

My yearning heart will burst; how slow they move! (Stands looking after them impatiently and trembling all over for a few minutes.)

Now they are out of sight (rushing into his arms).

My father! my dear father!

SEBASTIAN.

My dear child!

ZORADA.

Oh! art thou here in dread? come here to see me

In peril of discovery? too, too kind!
Dear father! kind, and good, and dear to me,
How and where'er thou art. I fear, I fear
Thou art not as I would: tears in thine eyes,
And anguish on thy face! How hast thou fared?

SEBASTIAN.

Thou shalt hear all when I have words to tell thee.