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.
Sirs, which way went she?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.