_Panth._ So, this was well performed, and soon dispatched; Both sound asleep already, And farewell both for one short moment. [_Trumpets sound Victory within._ Those are the foes; our little band is lost For want of these defenders. I must hasten, Lest I be forced to live, and led in triumph, Defrauded of my fate. I've earned it well, And finished all my task: This is my place, Just at my master's feet.--Guard him, ye gods, And save his sacred corpse from public shame. [_He falls on his Sword, and lies at the foot of_ CLEOMENES.--_Dies._ _Enter_ SOSIBIUS, CASSANDRA, _and Egyptians_. _Sosib._ 'Twas what my heart foreboded: There he lies, Extended by the man whom best he loved! A better friend than son. _Cas._ What's he, or thou? or Ptolemy? or Egypt? Or all the world, to Cleomenes lost? _Sosib._ Then I suspected right. If my revenge Can ease my sorrow, this the king shall know, That thou may'st reap the due reward of treason, And violated love. _Cas._ Thy worst, old dotard. I wish to die; but if my mind should change, So well I know my power, that thou art lost. _Sosib._ The king's arrival shall decide our fate.-- Mean time, to show how much I honour virtue, Take up that hero's body, bear it high, Like the procession of a deity: Let his armed figure on his tomb be set, And we, like slaves, lie grovelling at his feet, Whose glories growing till his latest breath, Excelled all others, and his own in death. [_Exeunt._ EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY MRS BRACEGIRDLE.