SCENE I. ［Before the palace.］
Enter DION, CLEREMONT, and THRASILINE
Thra. Has the King sent for him to death?
Dion. Yes; but the King must know 'tis not in his power to war with Heaven.
Cle. We linger time; the King sent for Philaster and the headsman an hour ago.
Thra. Are all his wounds well?
Dion. All; they were but scratches; but the loss of blood made him faint.
Cle. We dally, gentlemen.
Thra. Away!
Dion. We'll scuffle hard before he perish. Exeunt.