And. His piety shall never——
Lib. But his fury shall.
I'll stab the king himself, and bring
Those witnesses shall swear 'twas Plangus.
Plan. Nay, then, 'tis time to strike—
There, carry thy intents to hell.
[He stabs Libacer.
And. Help! murder, murder! a rape, a rape!
Enter Ephorbas.
Eph. What dismal note was that?
And.Sir, there
You see your martyr, whose force being
Too weak to save my honour, his fidelity
Was greater, and [has] died a royal sacrifice,
Offer'd by th' impious hand of that vile man.
Eph. O heav'n! doth not the earth yet gape and swallow thee?
Thy life shall be my crime no longer; I gave it thee,
And thus resume it with a thousand curses.