The Princess too is weltering in her Blood.
Philip.
Both, both are gone; 'tis well that I escap'd.
Enter Ponteach.
Ponteach.
What means this Outcry, Noise, and Tumult here?
Philip.
Oh see, my Father! see the Blood of Princes,
A Sight that might provoke the Gods to weep,
And drown the Country in a Flood of Tears.
Great was my Haste, but could not stop the Deed;
I rush'd among their Numbers for Revenge,
They frighted fled; there I receiv'd this Wound.
[Shewing his wound to Ponteach.
Ponteach.