Zir. [To Cordiaz] My lord,
The Assarian prince is captured, and is held
Within the town.
Cor. What? Chartrien?
Zir. Yes, my lord.
Cor. Fit period to this dedicated day!
Our gentle bonds are now forged whole. The man
Who was Bolderez' hope, most luminous
Of all who drew rebellion to him, now
Is darkly fallen.
Rub. This golden aid cut off,
Bolderez stands so bare his nakedness
Will sprint to nearest cover.
Cor. I'll see his face.
Bring here the prisoner.
Off. I'll speed the order,
Your majesty. [Exit]
Rub. Shall he be shot, my lord?
Cor. Shot? No. But kept close prisoned.
Rub. That is mercy
You have denied the blood of Goldusan.
Why grant it to Assaria?