Nay, there's no other choice, but——hence, I say[p].
[Exit with Arbaces, who follows reluctantly.
Enter Sardanapalus and Salemenes.
Sar. Well, all is remedied, and without bloodshed,
That worst of mockeries of a remedy;
We are now secure by these men's exile.
Sal.Yes,
As he who treads on flowers is from the adder
Twined round their roots.
Sar.Why, what wouldst have me do?470