SCENE IV.

ANDROMANA _sola_.

AND. So badgers dig the holes, and foxes live in them. Of all factors, state-factors are the worst, And get least to themselves of all their labour. This Libacer Is wading to the throat in blood to do me Service. Tame fool! can he imagine I Remove a husband and a son, to suffer him To live still and upbraid my ills?

_Enter_ LIBACER.

LIB. It is resolv'd. But here she is, I must speak fairly for awhile.

AND. How doth it succeed now, my darling? Shall we be great? [be] great alone?

LIB. As great as pride and fulness of revenge Can swell us. Hark in your ear, madam, I'll tell you all our plot; but softly, for Perhaps the jealous walls may echo back The treason.

[_They whisper._