True! There is no truth
In keeping faith with murderers; they must perish
In the same net which they laid privily
Against a faithful city.
Enter Gycia, tottering in, with the keys.
Zetho. Hail, noble daughter! Thou hast saved the State.
I knew thou wouldst not fail us.
Gycia.
See, good Zetho,
The proof that I have done my part to you.