My firm resolve once known, will shake that mind,
Which in her gentlest moments nature fram’d.
This work achiev’d, each lord his aid shall lend;
And to my will the haughtiest crest shall bend.
[Exit.
SCENE VIII.—LONDON. THE PALACE.
Enter Flavia and Pascentius.
Fla. Oh, heav’ns! in thy great mercy thou hast led me
To that dear object I so long have sought,
Through ev’ry secret winding o’th’ palace.