Mat. Treason! He
A traitor!—Oh! my father!
Ant. Haste! proceed,
And pause no more. Our hearts are nerved for all.
Say, what shall be his sentence?
Gon. From my lips
It shall not be reveal’d.
Ant. Oh! he is slain!
Gon. He lives, but yet his doom is fix’d.
Ant. He lives!