_Sept._ 'Tis all one.

_Pho._ I know thou wilt stir for Gold.

_Sept._ 'Tis all my motion.

_Pho._ There, take that for thy service, and farewel;
I have greater business now.

_Sept._ I am still your own, Sir.

_Pho._ One thing I charge thee, see me no more, _Septimius_,
Unless I send. [_Exit._

_Sept._ I shall observe your hour.
So, this brings something in the mouth, some savour;
This is the Lord I serve, the Power I worship,
My Friends, Allies, and here lies my Allegiance.
Let People talk as they please of my rudeness,
And shun me for my deed; bring but this to 'em,
(Let me be damn'd for blood) yet still I am honourable,
This God creates new tongues, and new affections;
And though I had kill'd my Father, give me Gold
I'll make men swear I have done a pious Sacrifice;
Now I will out-brave all; make all my Servants,
And my brave deed shall be writ in Wine, for vertuous. [_Exit._



SCENE III.