g expects
it, and will be angry.

2. 'Tis a fine wench, we'I have a snap at her one of these
nights as she goes from him.

1. Content: how quickly he had done with her! I see
Kings can do no more that way than other mortal people.

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

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 pass
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 n