Fourth Scene
The City
Jerusalem.
A Cry within! here, here, they are.
Enter Tyridates, Polites, Arsanes, Retreating and Fighting,
Alexas, Guard, Souldiers pursuing.
Alex.
Yeild Tyridates, or thy Life is lost!
Tyrid.
That thou took'st it away, thou shalt not boast!
Take that for thy Wives Treachery.
[Kills Alexas.
Alex.
Though I am wounded! Soudiers follow still.
You dye, if him you neither Take nor Kill.
[Polites falls.
Tyrid.
Farewell, thy Friendship does my Love out-vye;
Thou hast the Honour in her Cause to dye.
[to Polites.
Arsanes come! Let us Revenge his Blood,
And take the Fate which cannot be with-stood.
[Fight agen;
some of the Souldiers are Slain.]
Enter Pheroras with fresh supplies, who beat off Tyridates
and Arsanes.
[Exeunt all Fighting.
