K. Phys. Come, sword, come sheath thyself within this breast,
Which only in Lardella's tomb can rest.
K. Ush. Come, dagger, come and penetrate this heart,
Which cannot from Lardella's love depart.
Enter Pallas.
Pal. Hold, stop your murd'ring hands
At Pallas's commands:
For the supposéd dead, O kings,
Forbear to act such deadly things.
Lardella lives; I did but try