Part 20 (2/2)

1. Either the Tapers give a feeble light, or he looks very pale.

2. And so he does, pray Heaven he be well.

Let's look: Alas! he's stiffe, wounded and dead: Treason, Treason!

1. Run forth and call.

[_Exit Gent_.

2. Treason, Treason!

1. This will be laid on us: who can believe A Woman could do this?

_Enter_ Cleon _and_ Lisippus.

_Cleon_. How now, where's the Traytor?

1. Fled, fled away; but there her woful act lies still.

_Cle_. Her act! a Woman!

_Lis_. Where's the body?

1. There.

_Lis_. Farewel thou worthy man; there were two bonds That tyed our loves, a Brother and a King; The least of which might fetch a flood of tears: But such the misery of greatness is, They have no time to mourn; then pardon me.

Sirs, which way went she?

[_Enter Strato_.

_Strat_. Never follow her, For she alas! was but the instrument.

News is now brought in, that _Melantius_ Has got the Fort, and stands upon the wall; And with a loud voice calls those few that pa.s.s At this dead time of night, delivering The innocent of this act.

_Lis_. Gentlemen, I am your King.

_Strat_. We do acknowledge it.

_Lis_. I would I were not: follow all; for this must have a sudden stop.

[_Exeunt_

_Enter_ Melant. Diph. _and_ Cal. _on the wall_.

_Mel_. If the dull people can believe I am arm'd, Be constant _Diphilus_; now we have time, Either to bring our banisht honours home, Or create new ones in our ends.

_Diph_. I fear not; My spirit lies not that way. Courage _Calianax_.

_Cal_. Would I had any, you should quickly know it.

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