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SCENE II.

Beliarte. Dionysius. Calou.
Bel.
Too true! The signet of thy pliant sovereign
Hath been abused indeed! But wiles and witchcraft
Possess my palace. Yet if loyalty,
If ancient faith, averse from usurpation,
Still linger in one being here, thy son
Is free.

Cal.
Enough, enough my royal master!
The fleeting night hath warn'd thee to retire
To thy accustom'd slumbers. Cares press hard—
Too hard upon thee; and thy reverend age
Is sunk in sorrow. Let my arm sustain thee.