ACT V. S CENCE I.

A Temple.

Doraspe knows, — and I am in her power.
Araxes was employ'd; he may suspect me.
One crime supports another — I must on.
I fear them both. How shall I lose my fear?
Their deaths must end it. But they may be honest.
I'll sift them — for my Soul has lost all rest.
But see Doraspe .