1. This will be laid on us: who can believe A Woman could do this?
Enter Cleon and Lisippus.
Cleon. How now, where's the Traytor?
1. Fled, fled away; but there her woful act lies still.
Cle. Her act! a Woman!
Lis. Where's the body?
1. There.
Lis. Farewel thou worthy man; there were two bonds
That tyed our loves, a Brother and a King;
The least of which might fetch a flood of tears:
But such the misery of greatness is,
They have no time to mourn; then pardon me.
Sirs, which way went she?
[Enter Strato.
Strat. Never follow her,
For she alas! was but the instrument.
News is now brought in, that Melantius
Has got the Fort, and stands upon the wall;
And with a loud voice calls those few that pass
At this dead time of night, delivering
The innocent of this act.