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Must lie between us. Ev'n my dying day
Will not be lighten'd with one look of thine.

ZORADA (after weeping on his neck).

We do not know what Heaven appoints for us.

SEBASTIAN.

Has Don Romiero spoken aught to thee

Respecting my sad fate?

ZORADA.

He has: 'tis true—the horrid tale is true.

The King has bound him by the horrid oath
Which thou did'st mention to me.—Base compliance!

SEBASTIAN.

Nay, blame him not; he took it in the faith

That I was safe, beyond the reach of power.
But this being so, I needs must rest in hiding
Secure and close, till thou canst find a vessel
To take me from the coast.

ZORADA.

There is within the precincts of this wood

An old abandon'd chapel, where the dead
Rest undisturbed. No living tenant there,
But owlet hooting on the ruin'd tower,
Or twitt'ring swallow in his eve-screen'd nest,
Will share the dismal shelter: for a time
Thou may'st be there secure. My good old Nurse
Has all things duly stored for food and rest,