SCENE I

_Messenger, Chorus._

_Messenger_ [_enters in haste_]. All are destroyed, the royal empire falls, Father and child lie in one funeral pyre. 840

_Chorus._ Destroyed by what deceit?

_Messenger._ That which is wont To ruin princes--gifts.

_Chorus._ Could these work harm?

_Messenger._ I myself wonder, and can hardly deem The wrong accomplished, though I know it done.

_Chorus._ How did it happen?

_Messenger._ A destructive fire 845 Spreads everywhere as at command; even now The city is in fear, the palace burned.

_Chorus._ Let water quench the flames.

_Messenger._ It will not these, As by a miracle floods feed the fire. The more we fight it so much more it glows. 850