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Fourth Scene
A Dining-Room, in which is discover'd sitting at SupperTyridates, Pheroras, Alexas, Attendants.
Alex.
Fill my Bowl full; I the Kings health begin!
Tyrid.
What is't that makes thee shake! hast, give me mine!
[To the Attendant that fills the Wine.
Long live the King, and whilst the Health goes round,
Command without that the lowd Trumpets sound.
Enter Arsanes, who dashes the Bowl out of Tyridates hand.
Arsan.
Pardon my hast, Sir, and vouchsafe your ear.
Alex.
'Tis prevented!
Pher.
Discover'd too I fear.
Let us not stay—
Alex.
The King will Orders give,
Though this Plot has not took, he shall not live!
Ex. Alexas & Pheroras.
Arsan.
That Rudeness Sir I acted with my will.
For it was Poyson that I made you spill!
Philon by chance behind the Arras got,
Heard Salome and Alexas lay this Plot.
He told the Queen, whose Kindness sent him strait
With this, to let you know your Threaten'd Fate.
gives a
Letter.
For it was Poyson that I made you spill!
Philon by chance behind the Arras got,
Heard Salome and Alexas lay this Plot.
He told the Queen, whose Kindness sent him strait
With this, to let you know your Threaten'd Fate.
Pheroras and Alexas Sir are gone,
And they by this themselves have Guilty shown.
Leave us—
And they by this themselves have Guilty shown.
Leave us—
[Exit Attend.
Tyrid.
See here Arsanes what the Queen has Writ,—
She bids me quickly save my self by flight.
Nay, instantly I must be gone—to Night:
Or else so closely they my Life pursue;
The Sword will act what Poyson cannot do.
I know not which more Joy or Grief does bring,
This Favour, or the baseness of the King.
Arsan.
Sir, do not trifle thus away your time,
To make her Warning useless were a Crime:
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What wou'd you have me doe?
Arsa.
O Sir, be gon!
Tyrid.
That thought's too hard.
Arsa.
Sir; if you stay, her Kindness you neglect,
And pay to her Commands but small respect.
Tyrid.
'Twas her compassion of my Life took Care,
She did not know her Presence is more dear.
Enter Sohemus.
Must I my Life, or Mariamne quit?
Soh.
Yes Sir, 'tis but too certain, and your Flight
Must speedy be, or else you both will lose.
Consult no further, Her Commands obey:
For know that her you Ruine, if you stay—
Therefore no longer on your stay demur;
This rising storme does rather threaten Her.
But She in your Escape, Preserv'd may be
When you remove the Cause of Jealousy.
Enter Polites.
Pol.
O Sir be speedy in your flight—I hear
Alexas, and the Kings Life-guard are neer.
Soh.
Good Sir, make haste.
Pol.
There's hardly time for Flight.
Arsa.
But we may now be favour'd by the Night.
Tyrid.
Well! must I goe?—Oh Queen, when I obey,
I'm only by your safety forc'd away.
[Exeunt.
Enter on the other side with drawn Swords, Alexas and Souldiers.
Alex.
The Traytors gone! but yet he can't be far;
You soon his passage in the Streets may bar:
Go light some Torches, search out every where:
Who finds him first, shall of my bounty share:
This Sword then Tyridates shall pursue
Thy Life, and take what Poyson could not do.
[Exeunt.
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