Into a shallow softness; but now, rather

Than see my country languish, I will be

Her saviour or the victim of her tyrant—400

Or one or both—for sometimes both are one;

And if I win—Arbaces is my servant.

Arb. Your servant!

Bel.‍Why not? better than be slave,

The pardoned slave of she Sardanapalus!

Enter Pania.

Pan. My Lords, I bear an order from the king.