Gotarzes.
Oh! my lov'd Brother!
Arsaces.
Gotarzes too! all! all! conspir'd against me?
Still, are ye all resolv'd that I must live,
And feel the momentary pangs of death?—
Ha!—this, shall make a passage for my soul—
[Snatches Barzaphernes' sword.
[Stabs himself.
Barzaphernes.
Oh! ye eternal Gods!
Gotarzes.
Distraction! heav'ns!
I shall run mad—