Evad. Hell take me then! This for my lord Amintor!
This for my noble brother! and this stroke
For the most wrong’d of women!

[Kills him.

King. Oh! I die.

Evad. Die all our faults together! I forgive thee.

[Exit.

Enter two Gentlemen of the Bedchamber.

1 Gent. Come, now she’s gone, let’s enter; the king expects it, and will be angry.

2 Gent. ’Tis a fine wench; we’ll have a snap at her one of these nights, as she goes from him.

1 Gent. Content. How quickly he had done with her! I see, kings can do no more that way than other mortal people.

2 Gent. How fast he is! I cannot hear him breathe.

1 Gent. Either the tapers give a feeble light,
Or he looks very pale.

2 Gent. And so he does:
Pray Heaven he be well; let’s look.—Alas!
He’s stiff, wounded and dead: Treason, treason!

1 Gent. Run forth and call.

2 Gent. Treason, treason!

[Exit.

1 Gent. This will be laid on us:
Who can believe a woman could do this?

Enter CLEON and LYSIPPUS.

Cleon. How now! Where’s the traitor? 1 Gent. Fled, fled, away; but there her woful act lies still.

Cleon. Her act! a woman!

Lys. Where’s the body? 1 Gent. There.

Lys. Farewell, thou worthy man! There were two bonds
That tied 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!—

Enter STRATO.

Stra. 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 pass
At this dead time of night, delivering
The innocence of this act.

Lys. Gentlemen,
I am your king.

Stra. We do acknowledge it.