Max. Vanquished, and dar'st thou yet a rebel be? Thus, I can more than look revenge on thee. [Stabs him again.
Plac. Oh, I am gone! [Dies.
Max. And after thee I go, Revenging still, and following ev'n to the other world my blow; [Stabs him again.
And shoving back this earth on which I sit, I'll mount, and scatter all the Gods I hit. [Dies.
Enter Porphyrius, Berenice, Albinus, Soldiers. Porphyrius looks on the Bodies entering, and speaks.
Por. Tis done before, (this mighty work of fate!) And I am glad your swords are come too late. He was my prince, and though a bloody one, I should have conquered, and have mercy shewn. Sheath all your swords, and cease your enmity; They are not foes, but Romans, whom you see.
Ber. He was my tyrant, but my husband too; And therefore duty will some tears allow.
Por. Placidius here! And fair Valeria, new deprived of breath! Who can unriddle this dumb-show of death?
Cyd. When, sir, her father did your life deny, She killed herself, that she with you might die. Placidius made the emperor's death his crime; Who, dying, did revenge his death on him.