Aur. Oh! horror! horror! my dear father murder’d!
Uter. By whom? speak, Messenger, where, when, and how?
Mes. The plot, good princes, hath been deeply laid.
Aur. This is, indeed, most foul! say on, my friend;
Speak quickly, I entreat thee!
Mes. Then, thus it is—Vortigern hath done the deed;
His love of splendour, pomp, and sovereignty,
And his great int’rest in the people’s minds,
All, all did prompt him to this hellish act.
Aur. Uter,—oh, heavens! the father of my Flavia!