Heraclius, Emperour of the East a tragedy
Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684., Carlell, Lodowick, 1602?-1675.
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ACT II. SCEN. III.

Leontina, Eudoxia.
LEON:
MY Plot now ripe, I must no more conceal
My deep design, but all to thee reveal;
For, you may help to perfect my intent:
Phocas by Martian must to death be sent.
Twas for that cause I gave him a reprieve,
And that Act done, he should no longer live,
But for Pulcheria's sake, whom he doth love;
A Mistress with a Throne must strongly move.
EƲD:
To kill his Father, Madam, 's an offence,
With which nor Love, or Empire can dispence.
LEON:
His kill'd the common Father of us all;
Tis just that he by his own Son should fall.
EƲD.

Tis just to him, but unjust to his Son.

LEON:
He shall not know he's such till it be done,
But pass still for Leontius, son to me,
And so by both their deaths Heraclius free.
EƲD.
I know the guiltie Father merits death,
But that so brave a Son should stop his breath,
To me looks horrid, though he know it not,
His so great fame will have a lasting blot.
LEON.
It is not fit a bloudie Tyrants son
Should wear that Glorie he as mine hath won.
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Exuperius comes to kiss your hand.
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LEON:
Exuperius! I am at a stand.
That name surprizes me; what makes he here?
How this new Visitant revives my fear?
He hates the Tyrant for his Fathers bloud.
Of tattling still I tell you comes no good.