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_Pan. _ Away with me, 240
Myrrha, without delay; we must not lose
A moment--all that's left us now.

_Myr. _ The King?

_Pan. _ Sent me here to conduct you hence, beyond
The river, by a secret passage.

_Myr. _ Then
He lives----

_Pan. _ And charged me to secure your life,
And beg you to live on for his sake, till
He can rejoin you.

_Myr. _ Will he then give way?

_Pan. _ Not till the last. Still, still he does whate'er
Despair can do; and step by step disputes
The very palace.

_Myr.
_ They are here, then:--aye, 250
Their shouts come ringing through the ancient halls,
Never profaned by rebel echoes till
This fatal night. Farewell, Assyria's line!
Farewell to all of Nimrod! Even the name
Is now no more.

_Pan. _ Away with me--away!

_Myr. _ No: I'll die here! --Away, and tell your King
I loved him to the last.

_Enter_ SARDANAPALUS _and_ SALEMENES _with Soldiers_.
PANIA _quits_ MYRRHA, _and ranges himself with them_.

_Sar. _ Since it is thus,
We'll die where we were born--in our own halls[x]
Serry your ranks--stand firm. I have despatched
A trusty satrap for the guard of Zames,
All fresh and faithful; they'll be here anon.
All is not over,--Pania, look to Myrrha.
[PANIA _returns towards_ MYRRHA.