And none but tearless triumphs. Let us on.
Enter Pania.
Pan. May the King live for ever!
Sar.Not an hour
Longer than he can love. How my soul hates
This language, which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.[] Well, Pania!
Be brief.
Pan.I am charged by Salemenes to
Reiterate his prayer unto the King,