Clo. The Governour: with him my Rival, bound.
Char. For certain 'tis Arnoldo.
Clo. Let's attend What the success will be.
Mar. Is't possible There should be hope of his recovery, His wounds so many and so deadly?
Doct. So they appear'd at first, but the blood stop'd, His trance forsook him, and on better search We found they were not mortal.
Man. Use all care
To perfect this unhop'd for cure: that done
Propose your own rewards: and till you shall
Hear farther from me, for some ends I have,
Conceal it from his Mother.
Doct. Wee'l not fail Sir. [Exit.
Man. You still stand confident on your innocence.
Arn. It is my best and last guard, which I will not Leave, to relye on your uncertain mercy.
Enter Hippolyta, Zabulon, Leopold, Zenocia, 2 Servants.