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[Scene VI.]

The Scene shifts to ye Rocks where ye Princes were chain'd.
Their chains drop off, and ye spirits vanish.
Phy.
Blest bee this day which us from chains has freed,
And the Tyrants sudden fate has decreed.
Virtue oppress'd still rises at ye last
Like the great sun when hee is overcast.
Hee gathers all his heat into one globe,
Then shoots himself through th'interposing cloud.
To you, just Gods! all humble thanks I pay [Kneels.

That I doe live to see this happy day.

Oro.
Come, let us goe, and leave this hatefull place,
Where wee soe long have suffer'd our disgrace.
Soe may all Tyrants fall, and it is just
That they doe perish, who betray their trust.

Phy.
Blood, and oppression still destroy a Crown,
And from just Heav'n, pluck swift vengeance down.

[Exeunt.