Part to die for his sovereign, and why not

The woman's with her lover?

Pan.‍'Tis most strange!

Myr. But not so rare, my Pania, as thou think'st it.

In the mean time, live thou.—Farewell! the pile

Is ready.

Pan.‍I should shame to leave my sovereign

With but a single female to partake

His death.

Sar.‍Too many far have heralded