Zan. My service.
So. Prepare
Our sacrifice.
Zan. But yield you, ay or no?
So. When thou dost know.
Zan. What then?
So. Then thou wilt know.
[Exit Zanthia.
Let him that would have counsel ’void th’ advice
Of friends, made his with weighty benefits,
Whose much dependence only strives to fit
Humour, not reason, and so still devise
In any thought to make their friend seem wise.
But above all, O fear a servant’s tongue,
Like such as only for their gain do[344] serve. 110
Within the vast capacity of space,[345]
I know no vileness so most truly base.
Their lord’s their gain; and he that most will give,
With him (they will not die, but) they will live.
Traitors and these are one; such slaves once trust,
Whet swords to make thine own blood lick the dust.
Cornets and organs playing full music, enter under the conduct of Zanthia and Vangue, the solemnity of a sacrifice; which being entered, whilst the attendants
furnish the altar, Sophonisba sings a song; which done, she speaks.