I will oppose them all. The pomp of sacrifice,

But now ordain'd, is mockery to Heav'n.

'Tis vain, 'tis fruitless; then let daring guilt

Be my inspirer, and consummate all.

Where are those Greeks, the captives of my sword,

Whose desperate valour rush'd within our walls,

Fought near our person, and the pointed lance

Aim'd at my breast?

Phil. In chains they wait their doom.

Dio. Give me to see 'em; bring the slaves before me.[Pg 31]

[Pg 31]

Phil. What, ho! Melanthon, this way lead your prisoners.

Enter Melanthon, with Greek Officers and Soldiers.

Melanthon

Greek Officers

Soldiers

Dio. Assassins, and not warriors! do ye come,

When the wide range of battle claims your sword,

Thus do ye come against a single life

To wage the war? Did not our buckler ring

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