_Enter_, at one Door, _Delphia_, _Ambassadours_, They whisper together; they take an Oath upon her hand; She circles them (kneeling) with her Magick-rod; they rise and draw their Swords. _Enter_, at the other door, _Dioclesian_, _Charinus_, _Maximinian_, _Niger_, _Aurelia_, _Cassana_, Guard; _Charinus_ and _Niger_ perswading _Aurelia_; She offers to embrace _Maximinian_; _Diocles_ draws his Sword, keeps off _Maximinian_, turns to _Aurelia_, kneels to her, lays his Sword at her feet, she scornfully turns away: _Delphia_ gives a sign; the Ambassadours and Souldiers rush upon them, seize on _Aurelia_, _Cassana_, _Charinus_, and _Maximinian_; _Dioclesian_, and others offer to rescue them; _Delphia_ raises a mist; _Exeunt_ Ambassadours and Prisoners, and the rest discontented. _The skilful_ Delphia _finding by sure proof_ _The presence of_ Aurelia _dim'd the Beauty_ _Of her_ Drusilla; _and in spight of Charms,_ _The Emperour her Brother, Great_ Charinus,__ _Still urg'd her to the love of_ Dioclesian,__ _Deals with the_ Persian _Legats, that were bound_ _For the Ransom of_ Cassana, _to remove_ Aurelia, Maximinian, _and_ Charinus _Out of the sight of_ Rome; _but takes their Oaths_ _(In lieu of her assistance) that they shall not_ _On any terms, when they were in their power,_ _Presume to touch their lives; This yielded to,_ _They lye in ambush for 'em._ Dioclesian _Still mad for fair_ Aurelia, _that doted_ _As much on_ Maximinian, _twice had kill'd him,_ _But that her frown restrain'd him: He pursues her_ _With all humility; but she continues_ _Proud and disdainful. The sign given by_ Delphia,__ _The_ Persians _break thorow, and seize upon_ Charinus _and his Sister, with_ Maximinian,__ _And free_ Cassana. _For their speedy rescue,_ _Enraged_ Dioclesian _draws his Sword,_ _And bids his Guard assist him; Then too weak_ _Had been all opposition and resistance_ _The_ Persians _could have made against their fury,_ _If_ Delphia _by her Cunning had not raised_ _A foggy Mist, which, as a Cloud, conceal'd them,_ _Deceiving their Pursuers. Now be pleased,_ _That your imaginations may help you_ _To think them safe in_ Persia, _and_ Dioclesian _For this disaster circled round with sorrow,_ _Yet mindful of the wrong. Their future fortunes_