2 Sould. The flashes
How thick and hot they come? we shall be burn'd all.
Del. Fall on, Souldiers:
You that sell innocent blood, fall on full bravely.
Sould. We cannot stir.
Del. You have your libertie,
So have you, Lady. One of you come do it.
[A hand with a Bolt appears above.
Do you stand amaz'd? Look o're thy head, Maximinian,
Look to thy terrour, what over-hangs thee:
Nay, it will nail thee dead; look how it threatens thee:
The Bolt for vengeance on ungrateful wretches;
The Bolt of innocent blood: read those hot characters,
And spell the will of heaven. Nay, lovely Lady,
You must take part too, as spur to ambition,
Are ye humble? Now speak; my part's ended.
Does all your glory shake?
Max. Hear us, great Uncle,
Good and great Sir, be pitiful unto us:
Below your feet we lay our lives: be merciful:
Begin you, heaven will follow.
Aur. Oh, it shakes still.
Max. And dreadfully it threatens. We acknowledge
Our base and foul intentions. Stand between us;
For faults confess'd, they say, are half forgiven.
We are sorry for our sins. Take from us, Sir,
That glorious weight that made us swell, that poison'd us;
That mass of Majestie I laboured under,
(Too heavie and too mighty for my manage)
That my poor innocent days may turn again,
And my mind pure, may purge me of these curses;
By your old love, the blood that runs between us.
[The hand taken in.