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_ To my proper chamber.
Place it beneath my canopy, as though
The King lay there: when this is done, we will
Speak further of the rites due to such ashes.
[_Exeunt Soldiers with the body of_ SALEMENES.

_Enter_ PANIA.

_Sar. _ Well, Pania! have you placed the guards, and issued
The orders fixed on?

_Pan. _ Sire, I have obeyed.

_Sar. _ And do the soldiers keep their hearts up?

_Pan. _ Sire? 170

_Sar. _ I am answered!
When a king asks twice, and has
A question as an answer to _his_ question,
It is a portent. What! they are disheartened?

_Pan. _ The death of Salemenes, and the shouts
Of the exulting rebels on his fall,
Have made them----

_Sar. _ _Rage_--not droop--it should have been.
We'll find the means to rouse them.

_Pan. _ Such a loss
Might sadden even a victory.

_Sar. _ Alas!
Who can so feel it as I feel? but yet,
Though cooped within these walls, they are strong, and we 180
Have those without will break their way through hosts,
To make their sovereign's dwelling what it was--
A palace, not a prison--nor a fortress.

_Enter an Officer, hastily_.

_Sar. _ Thy face seems ominous.