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SCENE II.

Phocas, Heraclius taken for Martian, Eudoxia, Exuperius, Guards and Attendants.
PHOC.
shewing Eudoxia to his Guards.
To prison with her, till her Mother appear.

HERAC:
Has she a share?

PHO.
That will be found, ne'r fear;
Tis fit that we do seiz her, she may peach,
And help to draw the Mother within reach.

EUDOXIA
to Phocas going off.
Believe not any thing that he shall tell.

PHOCAS
to Eudoxia.
Follow your counsel? yes, 'twere very well.
Exit Eud. with a Guard.
To Heraclius.
Her tears thy pity no way do deserve:
Wouldst thou thy greatest Enemies preserve?
No, no, I'm sure when all their guilt is known,
Thou neither wilt their love nor persons own.
Bring in the Pris'ner; tortures we not need,
To his Guard
To find the crime for which he now must bleed,
It is his boast; his pride your self shall see,
to Herac.
Who scorns our mercie would not pitied be.
But what is that which I must not believe?
My apprehension begs thee to relieve
The doubt I labour in of what she meant,
When faith unto thy words she would prevent.
Hast thou some new, some greater crime disclos'd?

HERAC:
taken for Martian.
More than by any else can be depos'd;
points at Exup.
More than Mauritius saw, more than he knows.

PHO.
Perfidious wretch! this day to death she goes.
Speak:

HERAC:
taken for Martian.
Tis a secret of no common weight;
Before the Pris'ner, I will all relate.

PHO:
He's here, but speak not for him, I command.