Scene V
Enter Peridor, Orsabrin
Orsabrin. Ha!
Light and the fresh air again! The place I know too;
The very same I fought the duel in.
The devil was in the right:
This was a mere apparition; but 'twas5
A handsome one; it left impressions here,
Such as the fairest substance I shall e'er
Behold will scarce deface. Well, I must resolve;
But what, or where? Ay, that's the question.
The town's unsafe, there's no returning thither:10
And then the port[Some Clowns pass over hastily
Ha! what means the busy haste of these?
[Calls to one] Honest friend! dost hear? No. What's the matter, pray?
Clown. Gentlemen, gentlemen!
Orsabrin. That's good satisfaction, indeed!15
[To another] Prithee,
Good fellow, tell me: what causes all this hurry?
Enter another
Clown. One Samorat is led to prison, sir,
And another gentleman about Lord Torcular.
Orsabrin. Ha! Samorat!20
There is no mean nor end of Fortune's malice!
O, 'tis insufferable: I'm made a boy
Whipt on another's back. Cruel! I'll not
Endure 't, by Heaven! He shall die for me:
I will not hold a wretched life upon25
Such wretched terms.
Enter Tamoren, Peridor, and others
Tamoren. Fly, fly, abroad! Search every place,
And bring him back! Thou hast undone us all
With thy neglect; destroy'd the hopes we had
To be ourselves again. I shall run mad30
With anger! Fly, begone
