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Portrait of John Suckling John Suckling The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

Brave Orsames, 'tis pleasure to die near thee.
Ors. Talk not of dying, Philan; we will live,
And serve the noble prince again.
We are alone: off, then, with thy disguise,
And throw it in the bushes——20
Quick, quick, before the torrent comes upon us!
We shall be straight good subjects; and I despair not
Of reward for this night's service. So, we two
Now kill'd our friends! 'tis hard, but 't must be so.
Enter Ariaspes, Iolas, two Courtiers, part of the Guard
Ari. Follow, follow!25
Ors. Yes, so you may now; y'are not likely to overtake.
Iol. Orsames and Philan! how came you hither?
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Portrait of John Suckling John Suckling The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

Maybe 'tis
A plot to keep off Ariaspes' greatness,
Which he must fear, because he knows he hates him.80
For these are statesmen, that, when time has made bold
With the king and subject, throwing down all fence
That stood betwixt their power and others' right,
Are on a change;
Like wanton salmons coming in with floods,85
That leap o'er wires and nets, and make their way
To be at the return to every one a prey.
Enter Ziriff and Pasithas; they throw down the dead body of Ariaspes
Orb. Ha! murther'd too! Treason, treason!
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Portrait of John Suckling John Suckling The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

Zorannes lives!
Orb. Ha!
Zir. And, in the hope of such a day as this,50
Has linger'd out a life, snatching, to feed
His almost famish'd eyes, sights now and then
Of you, in a disguise.
Orb. Strange!
This night is big with miracle.55
Zir. If you did love him, as they say you did,
And do so still, 'tis now within your power——
Orb. I would it were, my lord; but I am now
No private woman. If I did love him once,
(As 'tis so long ago, I have forgot) ,60
My youth and ignorance may well excuse't.
Zir. Excuse it?
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