Lici. The wretch Aretus,
That most unhappy villain.
L[y]ci. How do you know it?
Lci. He gave him drink last: let's disperse and find him;
And since he has opened misery to all,
Let it begin with him first: Softly he slumbers.
Enter Emperour, sick in a Chair, with Eudoxia the Empress, and Physicians, and Attendants.
Musick and SONG.
Care charming sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose
On this afflicted Prince, fall like a Cloud
In gentle showrs, give nothing that is lowd,
Or painfull to his slumbers; easie, sweet,
And as a purling stream, thou son of night,
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver Rain,
Into this Prince gently, Oh gently slide,
And kiss him into slumbers like a Bride.
Emp. O gods, gods: drink, drink, colder, colder
Than snow on Scythian Mountains: O my heart-strings.
Eudo. How does your Grace?
Phys. The Empress speaks Sir.
Emp. Dying,
Dying Eudoxia, dying.