All will go hence ere dawn.
Gycia.
Oh, cruel man,
And most perfidious world! Oh, my Asander!
To die thus and through me!
[A violent knocking is heard at the door.
Enter Theodorus in great agitation, and Irene, who throws herself on her knees, weeping. Gycia falls swooning in Zetho's arms.
Zetho. Whence cam'st thou, Theodorus?
Theo.
Straight, my lord,