No More Learning

_ 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.

_Sal. _ We have breathing time; yet once more charge, my friends--
One for Assyria!

_Sar. _ Rather say for Bactria!
My faithful Bactrians, I will henceforth be
King of your nation, and we'll hold together
This realm as province.

_Sal. _ Hark! they come--they come.

_Enter_ BELESES _and_ ARBACES _with the Rebels_.

_Arb. _ Set on, we have them in the toil. Charge!
charge!

_Bel. _ On!