_Cles._ Brother, beware: I oft have heard it told, That sons who do their fathers scorn, shall beg when they be old. _Radag._ Hence, bastard boy, for fear you taste the whip! [_Exeunt_ ALCON _and_ CLESIPHON. _Samia._ O all you heavens, and you eternal powers, That sway the sword of justice in your hands (If mother's curses for her son's contempt May fill the balance of your fury full), Pour down the tempest of your direful plagues Upon the head of cursèd Radagon! [_A flame of fire appears from beneath; and_ RADAGON _is swallowed._ So you are just: now triumph, Samia! [_Exit._ _Rasni._ What exorcising charm, or hateful hag, Hath ravishèd the pride of my delight? What tortuous planets, or malevolent Conspiring power, repining destiny, Hath made the concave of the earth unclose, And shut in ruptures lovely Radagon? If I be lord commander of the clouds, King of the earth, and sovereign of the seas, What daring Saturn, from his fiery den, Doth dart these furious flames amidst my court? I am not chief, there is more great then I: What, greater than th' Assyrian Satrapes?[98] It may not be, and yet I fear there is, That hath bereft me of my Radagon. _First Magus._ Monarch, and potentate of all our provinces. Muse not so much upon this accident, Which is indeed nothing miraculous. The hill of Sicily, dread sovereign, Sometime on sudden doth evacuate Whole flakes of fire, and spews out from below The smoky brands that Vulcan's bellows drive: Whether by winds enclosèd in the earth, Or fracture of the earth by river's force, Such chances as was this are often seen; Whole cities sunk, whole countries drownèd quite. Then muse not at the loss of Radagon, But frolic with the dalliance of your love. Let cloths of purple, set with studs of gold, Embellishèd with all the pride of earth, Be spread for Alvida to sit upon: Then thou, like Mars courting the queen of love, Mayst drive away this melancholy fit. _Rasni._ The proof is good and philosophical; And more, thy counsel plausible and sweet.-- Come, lords, though Rasni wants his Radagon, Earth will repay him many Radagons, And Alvida with pleasant looks revive The heart that droops for want of Radagon. [_Exeunt._