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The same.
Eunice, Rodogune.
RODOGUNE
Will they not let me go and see him even ?
EUNICE
We’ll make our way to him and put for him
To Egypt, Egypt.
RODOGUNE
There’s only one joy left:
To be with him whether we live or die.
EUNICE
You are too meek. Cleone helps us here
Whatever be the spring of her strange pity.
When we come back, Phayllus, we shall find out
Whether the ingenuity of men
Holds tortures huge enough for your deserts.
RODOGUNE
Why do you pace about with flaming eyes ?
Be still and sit and put your hand in mine.
EUNICE
My Parthian sweetness! O, the gods are cruel
Who torture such a heart as thine.
RODOGUNE
Where is
My mother?
EUNICE
She is lying in her room
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Dry-eyed and voiceless, gazing upon Fate
With eyes I dare not look at. Till tomorrow.
At dawn we’ll have him out. Cleone bribes
The sentries; Thoas has horses and a ship
Wide-winged for Egypt, Egypt.
RODOGUNE
O yes, let us leave
Syria and cruel Antioch.
EUNICE
For a while.
I would have had him out tonight, my King,
But ruffian Theras keeps the watch till dawn.
How long will walls immure so huge a prisoner?
Trial! When he returns in arms from Egypt,
Try him, Phayllus. We must wait till dawn.
RODOGUNE
I shall behold him once again at dawn.
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