[377] Old eds. “and as ready to kill him, speaks Syphax.”
[378] Ed. 1. “Threw mouing claspt.”—Ed. 2. “There mouing claspt.”
[379] Old eds. “new laugh’d.”
[380] “Will him,” &c.,—order him to give up. Ed. 2. “will give him up.”
[381] Perhaps we should read—
“She is a Carthaginian, ’neath our laws.
Wise men,” &c.
SCENE III.
Cirta.
Cornets afar off sounding a charge. A soldier wounded at one door. Enter at the other Sophonisba, two Pages before her with lights, two women bearing up her train.
Sol. Princess, O fly! Syphax hath lost the day,
And captived lies. The Roman legions
Have seiz’d the town, and with inveterate hate
Make slaves, or murder all. Fire and steel,
Fury and night, hold all. Fair Queen, O fly!
We bleed for Carthage, all for[382] Carthage die!
[Exit.