Cruelty.
But in this case we must together abide:
Come, come; Lord Smirdis I have spied:
Lay hands on him with all festination,
That on him we may work our indignation.
Smirdis.
How now, my friends? What have you to do with me?
Murder.
King Cambyses hath sent us unto thee,
Commanding us straitly without mercy or favour,