[She moves aside as Brentio crosses to palace]
Bren. [Jingling coins] O sweet, sweet gold! Art mine—all mine—my love?
And will I do it? Ay! I'd sell my soul
To such a brave paymaster.
[Enters palace]
Oc. [Coming on right, not seeing Theano]
Vile, too vile!
Let me not think of it.
The. Ocrastes?
Oc. Ah,