Cha. Call forth a Flamen
This knot shall now be ti'd.
Del. But I will loose it,
If Art or Hell have any strength.
Enter a Flamen, Thunder, and Lightning.
Cha. Prodigious!
Max. How soon the day's orecast!
Fla. The Signs are fatal:
Juno smiles not upon this Match, and shews too
She has her thunder.
Dio. Can there be a stop
In my full fortune?
Cha. We are too violent,
And I repent the haste: we first should pay
Our latest duty to the dead, and then
Proceed discreetly. Let's take up the body,
And when we have plac'd his ashes in his Urn,
We'll try the gods again, for wise men say,
Marriage and Obsequies do not suit one day. [Senate Exit.
Del. So, 'tis deferr'd yet, in despite of falshood:
Comfort Drusilla, for he shall be thine,
Or wish, in vain, he were not. I will punish [Ascend.
His perjury to the height. Mount up, my birds;
Some Rites I am to perform to Hecate,
To perfect my designs; which once perform'd,
He shall be made obedient to thy Call,
Or in his ruine I will bury all. [Ascends throne.