King!
PHILOTAS.
I wished it thus! (sinking back.)
ARIDÄUS.
Hold him, Strato! Help! help for the prince! Prince, what raving anguish----
PHILOTAS.
Forgive me, king! I have dealt you a more deadly blow than myself! I die, and soon will peaceful lands enjoy the fruit of my death. Your son, king, is a prisoner, and the son of my father is free!
ARIDÄUS.
What do I hear?