Her. And when?
Zir. To-night. They've given Vardas charge
Of 't. He's an eager butcher,—does not know
Delay.
Her. You wished his death.
Zir. I voted no.
Megario laid my doubts.
Her. Did he do that?
Zir. He countered to their teeth.
Her. [To Megario] So merciful
Is hate?
Meg. The prince's death would mean the fall
Of Cordiaz, and our houses rock with his.
Her. Be clearer, pray you.
Meg. Vardas wants the throne,
And we've a sour and guilty faction here
Who'd see him on it, but they dare not move
Against a king yet rich in arms and friends.
And Hudibrand is not so absolute
That he may turn the army of Assaria
On the sole pivot of his word. For that,
Even he must knock the sleeping nation up
And ask good leave.