Where’s the Detractor?
Sfor. Crown’d with Victorie,
And intertain’d with Triumph.
Iag. That iust Heauen
Should suffer such an impious wretch to live!
I must goe looke the Princesse; when must she dye?
Sfor. To morrow’s Sun beholds a daughters fall.
Iag. A Sunne must rise to night, to dimme that Sunne,
From the beholding such a horrid deed.
’Twas cruell in a King, for such a fact;