A SLAVE
We only want your pike.
[All attack him; they seize his sword and bind his hands behind him. They all pull down Illuriel, the dark-green idol, who breaks into seven pieces.
KING ARGIMENES
Illuriel is fallen and broken asunder.
ZARB (with some awe)
Immortal Illuriel is dead at last.
KING ARGIMENES
My god was broken into three pieces, but Illuriel is broken into seven. The fortunes of Darniak will prevail over mine no longer. (A slave breaks off a golden arm from the throne) Come, we will arm all the slaves. (Exeunt)
KING DARNIAK (enters with Retinue)