S. Cath. Lose not that courage which heaven does inspire;
[To Apol.
But fearless go to be baptised in fire. Think 'tis a triumph, not a danger near: Give him your blood; but give him not a tear. Go, and prepare my seat; and hovering be Near that bright space, which is reserved for me.
Max. Hence with the traitor; bear him to his fate.
Apol. Tyrant, I fear thy pity, not thy hate: A life eternal I by death obtain.
Max. Go, carry him, where he that life may gain. [Exeunt Apol. Val. and Guards.
Plac. From this enchantress all these ills are come: You are not safe till you pronounce her doom. Each hour she lives a legion sweeps away; She'll make your army martyrs in a day.
Max. 'Tis just: This Christian sorceress shall die. Would I had never proved her sorcery! Not that her charming tongue this change has bred; I fear 'tis something that her eyes have said. I love; and am ashamed it should be seen. [Aside.
Plac. Sir, shall she die?
Plac. Those claims in Cleopatra ended were.