at Umbra Frier and discovers Tamyra._

_[Umbra] Friar._ Up with these stupid thoughts, still loved daughter,
And strike away this heartlesse trance of anguish:
Be like the sunne, and labour in eclipses.
Look to the end of woes: oh, can you sit
Mustering the horrors of your servants slaughter 5
Before your contemplation, and not study
How to prevent it? Watch when he shall rise,
And, with a suddaine out-crie of his murther,
Blow his retreat before he be revenged.

_Tamyra._ O father, have my dumb woes wak'd your death? 10
When will our humane griefes be at their height?
Man is a tree that hath no top in cares,
No root in comforts; all his power to live
Is given to no end but t'have power to grieve.

_Umb. Fri._ It is the misery of our creation. 15
Your true friend,
Led by your husband, shadowed in my weed,
Now enters the dark vault.

_Tam._ But, my dearest father,
Why will not you appeare to him your selfe,
And see that none of these deceits annoy him? 20

_Umb. Fri._ My power is limited; alas! I cannot;
All that I can doe--See! the cave opens. _Exit._

_D'Amboys at the gulfe._

_Tam._ Away (my love) away! thou wilt be murther'd.

_Enter Monsieur and Guise above._

_Bussy._ Murther'd! I know not what that Hebrew means:
That word had ne're bin nam'd had all bin D'Ambois. 25
Murther'd! By heaven, he is my murtherer
That shewes me not a murtherer: what such bugge
Abhorreth not the very sleepe of D'Amboys?
Murther'd! Who dares give all the room I see
To D'Ambois reach? or look with any odds 30
His fight i'th' face, upon whose hand sits death,
Whose sword hath wings, and every feather pierceth?
If I scape Monsieurs pothecarie shops,
Foutir for Guises shambles! 'Twas ill plotted;
They should have mall'd me here 35
When I was rising. I am up and ready.
Let in my politique visitants, let them in,
Though entring like so many moving armours.
Fate is more strong than arms and slie than treason,
And I at all parts buckl'd in my fate. 40

_Mons._ }
_Guise._ } Why enter not the coward villains?

_Buss._ Dare they not come?

_Enter Murtherers, with [Umbra] Frier at the other dore.