Sa.Alas, ’tis true.
En. My brother is dead! Ferdinand, Ferdinand!
Sa. Thy grief is as my shame.
En.Eternal shame.
He who spared thee: your royal prisoner,
Murdered.
Sa.Forbear. I’ll lead thee where he lies.
See thou, he is in the bower.
En. (approaching bower). Ah! my brave brother!
Is thy proud spirit no more? But what is this?