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Q. Eliz. Ay me! I see the ruin of my house!

The tiger now hath seiz'd the gentle hind;

Insulting tyranny begins to jut

Upon the innocent and aweless throne:

Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre!

I see, as in a map, the end of all.

Duch. Accursed and unquiet wrangling days,

How many of you have mine eyes beheld!

My husband lost his life to get the crown,

And often up and down my sons were toss'd

For me to joy and weep their gain and loss.

And being seated, and domestic broils

Clean over-blown, themselves, the conquerors,

Make war upon themselves; brother to brother,

Blood to blood, self against self: O preposterous

And frantic outrage, end thy damned spleen;

Or let me die, to look on earth no more!

Q. Eliz. Come, come, my boy; we will to sanctuary.

Madam, farewell.

Duch. Stay, I will go with you.

Q. Eliz. You have no cause.

Arch. [To the Queen.] My gracious lady, go;

And thither bear your treasure and your goods.

For my part, I'll resign unto your Grace

The seal I keep: and so betide to me

As well I tender you and all of yours!

Go; I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.

 50 hind: doe

51 jut: encroach

52 aweless: i.e. because occupied by a young prince

54 map; cf. n.

66 sanctuary; cf. n. 