The Act 4. Scene 5 - Royal Slave
Hydarnes, Orontes, Praxaspes, Masistes.
Hyd. Wee're like to have an honest Court of't shortly,
Prax. You speak, my Lord, as if'twere not so now.
Hyd. 'Tis honest now, and shortly will not have
The Pow'r to be otherwise.
Mas. Why Hydarnes ?
Hyd. There's not a woman left man; all are vanish'd,
And fled upon the sudden.
Mas. What? I hope
They have not chang'd their Sexe all in a minute?
They are not leap'd into rough chinnes, and Tulipants?
Hyd. There's scarce a face without a beard appeares.
Mas. A signe there are few Eunuches in the Palace.
Hyd. My Lords,
This is not to discover what's become of 'em.
They've taken weapons with 'em too they say.
Prax. They have no Sacrifice to performe, that I
Can tell of, neither if they had, would they
Take armes, that were t'invade the Deity.
The Sword's no Instrument of their Devotion.
To them a Messenger .
Mess. My Lords, you must make haste with all your forces
To th' Queene and Ladyes in Arsamnes Castle:
They now are likely all to be surpriz'd,
By the remainder of the Greekes.
Prax. Cratander ,
That damned Villaine hath entic'd 'em thither,
Meerely t' entrap 'em. Let us to the King;
Wee'le on although against revolted Slaves.
We fought with Men before, but now with Vice;
He calls for death that must be conquer'd twice.
Hyd. Wee're like to have an honest Court of't shortly,
Prax. You speak, my Lord, as if'twere not so now.
Hyd. 'Tis honest now, and shortly will not have
The Pow'r to be otherwise.
Mas. Why Hydarnes ?
Hyd. There's not a woman left man; all are vanish'd,
And fled upon the sudden.
Mas. What? I hope
They have not chang'd their Sexe all in a minute?
They are not leap'd into rough chinnes, and Tulipants?
Hyd. There's scarce a face without a beard appeares.
Mas. A signe there are few Eunuches in the Palace.
Hyd. My Lords,
This is not to discover what's become of 'em.
They've taken weapons with 'em too they say.
Prax. They have no Sacrifice to performe, that I
Can tell of, neither if they had, would they
Take armes, that were t'invade the Deity.
The Sword's no Instrument of their Devotion.
To them a Messenger .
Mess. My Lords, you must make haste with all your forces
To th' Queene and Ladyes in Arsamnes Castle:
They now are likely all to be surpriz'd,
By the remainder of the Greekes.
Prax. Cratander ,
That damned Villaine hath entic'd 'em thither,
Meerely t' entrap 'em. Let us to the King;
Wee'le on although against revolted Slaves.
We fought with Men before, but now with Vice;
He calls for death that must be conquer'd twice.
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