A little mole-hill now will serve.

Heng. Yet, chance one lives, that may avenge this deed.

’Tis the brave Horsus; ’tis my noble friend!

Wort. He fought his last.

On him were found the secrets of thy plot.

Wouldst thou not have enthrall’d my countrymen?

Was not thy daughter to have basely poison’d

Her king, and husband? and, then, wert not thou

To have seiz’d the crown? O! villain, villain! traitor!

Heng. Yea; all, had I but liv’d a little longer.