Ara. I called you brother!... O, my lords, I beg—
Some one of you—to take me for—your—wife.
[Faints. Ocrastes supports her. Curtain.]
ACT III
Scene 1. A chamber in the palace. Nauresta on bed asleep. Phillistus watching.
Phil. This poison's swift. Here is her cup. Why palter?
A drop will do it. [Gazes at her]
'Tis when we sleep the touch