I thank your love—
Scene II.
Phraates [alone].
I'll wait behind, my stay
May aid the cause; dissembling I must learn,
Necessity shall teach me how to vary
My features to the looks of him I serve.
I'll thrust myself disguis'd among the croud,
And fill their ears with murmurs of the deed:
Whisper all is not well, blow up the sparks
Of discord, and it soon will flame to rage.
Scene III.
Queen and Lysias.
Queen.
Haste, and shew me to the Prince Arsaces,
Delay not, see the signet of Vardanes.
Lysias.
Royal Thermusa, why this eagerness?
This tumult of the soul?—what means this dagger?
Ha!—I suspect—