Phi. Lead to my death.
[Exeunt.
Enter King, Dion, Cleremont, and Thrasiline.
King. Gentlemen, who saw the Prince?
Cle. So please you Sir, he's gone to see the City, And the new Platform, with some Gentlemen Attending on him.
King. Is the Princess ready To bring her prisoner out?
Thra. She waits your Grace.
King. Tell her we stay.
Di. King, you may be deceiv'd yet:
The head you aim at cost more setting on
Than to be lost so slightly: If it must off
Like a wild overflow, that soops before him
A golden Stack, and with it shakes down Bridges,
Cracks the strong hearts of Pines, whose Cable roots
Held out a thousand Storms, a thousand Thunders,
And so made mightier, takes whole Villages
Upon his back, and in that heat of pride,
Charges strong Towns, Towers, Castles, Palaces,
And layes them desolate: so shall thy head,
Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands
That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice,
In thy red ruines.
Enter Phil. Are. and Bell, in a Robe and Garland.