Who knowes with what wounds in my heart for woe
Of your so wounded faith I made these wounds,
Forc't to it by an insolence of force 45
To stirre a stone; nor is a rocke, oppos'd
To all the billowes of the churlish sea,
More beate and eaten with them then was I
With your ambitious, mad idolatrie;
And this bloud I shed is to save the bloud 50
Of many thousands.

_Gui._ That's your white pretext;
But you will finde one drop of bloud shed lawlesse
Will be the fountaine to a purple sea.
The present lust and shift made for Kings lives,
Against the pure forme and just power of law, 55
Will thrive like shifters purchases; there hangs
A blacke starre in the skies, to which the sunne
Gives yet no light, will raine a poyson'd shower
Into your entrailes, that will make you feele
How little safetie lies in treacherous steele. 60

_Hen._ Well, sir, Ile beare it; y'have a brother to
Bursts with like threates, the skarlet Cardinall--
Seeke, and lay hands on him; and take this hence,
Their blouds, for all you, on my conscience! _Exit._

_Gui._ So, sir, your full swindge take; mine death hath curb'd. 65
Clermont, farewell! O didst thou see but this!
But it is better; see by this the ice
Broke to thine owne bloud, which thou wilt despise
When thou hear'st mine shed. Is there no friend here
Will beare my love to him?

_Aumale._ I will, my lord. 70

_Gui._ Thankes with my last breath: recommend me, then,
To the most worthy of the race of men. _Dyes. Exeunt._

[SCAENA QUINTA.

_A Room in Montsurry's House._]

_Enter Monts[urry] and Tamyra._

_Montsurry._ Who have you let into my house?

_Tamyra._ I? none.

_Mont._ Tis false; I savour the rancke bloud of foes
In every corner.

_Tam._ That you may doe well;
It is the bloud you lately shed you smell.

_Mont._ Sdeath! the vault opens. _The gulfe opens._

_Tam._ What vault? hold your sword. 5

_Clermont ascends._

_Clermont._ No, let him use it.

_Mont._ Treason! murther! murther!

_Cler._ Exclaime not; tis in vaine, and base in y