Vardanes.
And, yet, he is your Son.
King.
Ah! that indeed—
Vardanes.
Why, that still heightens his impiety,
To rush to empire thro' his Father's blood,
And, in return of life, to give him death.
King.
Oh! I am all on fire, yes I must tear
These folds of venom from me.
Vardanes.
Sure 'twas Lysias
That cross'd the passage now.