Fair Adelaide and I, thus bound to him,

   Are anxious for his safety? What offence

   (And sure, 'twas unintended) could provoke

   The rigorous count thus to imprison him?

 Fab. My lord was ever proud and choleric;

   The youth, perhaps unus'd to menaces,

   Brook'd them but ill, and darted frown for frown:

   This stirr'd the count to fury. But fear nothing;

   All will be well; I'll wait the meetest season,

   And be his advocate.

 Jaq. Mean time, repair to him;

   Bid him be patient; let him want no comfort,

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  Kind care can minister. My lady comes.

  May I assure her of your favour to him?

 Fab. Assure her, that the man, who sav'd her life,

  Is dear to Fabian as his vital blood.

 [Exit. 

 Enter Adelaide. 

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