Chapter 51

HALL IN THE PALACE OF THE GOVERNOR.

The Governor, FABIUS, and Soldiers.

GOVERNOR. How then was the capture made?

FABIUS. In their church, as we suspected, We discovered them collected, Where before their God they prayed. With an armed guard I traced them To this secret sacred hall, Made them prisoners one and all, And in different prisons placed them. But, your patience not to tire, The chief point I may declare,-- Captured is Justina fair, And Lysander her old sire.

GOVERNOR. If for gold, a fair pretence, If for rank, you would not miss, Wherefore bring me news like this And not claim your recompense?

FABIUS. If you deign to value thus My poor service you may pay it.

GOVERNOR. How?

FABIUS. With great respect I say it, Florus free, and Lelius.

GOVERNOR. Though I seemed austere and cold, Them chastising without pity To strike terror through the city, Yet if the whole truth were told, Then the cause were plain why they Have been prisoned a whole year. It is this, a father's fear Lelius would preserve this way. Florus was his rival, he Had a host of powerful friends, Each was jealous, and his ends Would attain whate'er might be. I was fearful a collision Would ensue if they should meet, So I thought it more discreet Not to come to a decision. So with this intent I sought Some pretext, Justina's face To expel from out this place, But I could discover nought. But since this event to-day, With her damaged character, Gives a right to banish her, Nay, to take her life away, Let them be released. No fear Need you have about their fate; Go, and Lelius liberate, Go, and Florus bring me here.

FABIUS. Myriad times I kiss thy feet For a favour so immense. [Exit.

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