Ponteach.
Haste then; declare our Innocence and Grief;
Tell the old King we mourn as for our own,
And are determin'd to revenge his Wrongs;
Assure him that our Enemies are his,
And rouse him like a Tyger to the Prey.
Philip.
I will with Speed; but first this bleeding Wound
Demands my Care, lest you lament me too.
[Exit, to have his wound dress'd.
Ponteach [solus].
Pale, breathless Youths! Your Dignity still lives:
[Viewing the bodies.
[Exit.
Scene II. The Senate-House.