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SCENE VI.
HEROD, SALOME, MAZAEL.
MAZAEL.
Oh, haste, my gracious lord! nor suffer
The perpetration of so foul a crime!
The queen this instant is prepared for flight,
Sohemus bears her hence.
HEROD.
Hah! Mariamne!
Sohemus! Where am I! All-righteous heaven!
MAZAEL.
Her mother and her sons have left the palace;
The means, by which t'effect this shameful purpose,
Sohemus hath devised. A secret escort
Is station'd near the walls, and Mariamne
Waits but their signal to depart; she goes,
And thy fond eyes will ne'er behold her more.
HEROD.
Hah! The dark spell dissolves; the orient day
Shines bright around; mark, Salome, and know
Thy brother by his kindled rage; away!
Let us surprize the traitress; and then determine
Whether this breast still bears the soul of Herod,
And still can urge the terrors of revenge.
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