Which must these discords of our marriage end. Yet Berenice, remember you have been An empress, and the wife of Maximin.
Ber. I will remember I have been your wife; And therefore, dying, beg from heaven your life: Be all the discords of our bed forgot, Which, virtue witness, I did never spot. What errors I have made, though while I live You cannot pardon, to the dead forgive.
Max. How much she is to piety inclined! Behead her, while she's in so good a mind.
Por. Stand firm, Albinus; now the time is come To free the empress.
Alb. And deliver Rome.
Por. Within I feel my hot blood swell my heart, And generous trembling in each outward part. 'Tis done, tyrant, this is thy latest hour.
[Porphyrius and Albinus draw, and are making at the Emperor.
Ber. Look to yourself, my lord the emperor! Treason, help, help, my lord!
[Maximin turns and defends himself, the Guards set on Porphyrius and Albinus.
Max. Disarm them, but their lives I charge you spare. [After they are disarmed.