Enter some Fellows in Clokes.
1 Fel. That’s he that goes into the Wood, I know him by his Plume; are ye all ready?
2 Fel. Yes, for a greater Murder than the killing of one single Man; and here’s a Place as fit as we could wish; shall we set upon him altogether?
1 Fel. Ay, ay, Neatness in this Affair is not required: kill him, and Artabazes desires no more.
[The Fellows go behind the Trees, they fight, Amintas falls.
Enter Ismenes.
Ism. Into this Wood he went, as if he knew my Business, Here we unseen may end the Difference— [Noise within. —Hark—what Noise of fighting’s that? Perhaps my Aid’s requir’d. [Exit.
Ism. goes in, Scene draws open, discovers Amintas lying as dead all bloody, Pimante peeping; Ism. re-enters.
Ism. It is Clemanthis, and this barbarous Deed Is done by Artabazes. [Exit.
Enter Pimante.