A TRAGEDY.
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He is in safety—safety as assured
As thine own harmless self.
Enter Constantine.
CONSTANTINE (to Rodrigo).
I've mark'd thy gestures; something moves thee much.
Who are these strangers? (Turning to Petronius and Marthon, who, uncovering their faces, stand confessed before him.)
Ha! Marthon and Petronius! What new treason Is now on foot, that here
Ye are, perhaps, struck with the circumstances
Of these most solemn times, repentant grown,
And if ye be, in a good hour ye come:
I am myself a wean'd and pardon'd man.
Marthon, thou once wert wont to speak the truth;
What brought ye hither?
MARTHON.
We hither came; but one of us, at least,
Shall hence depart with a heart deeply smitten.
CONSTANTINE.
ELLA.