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 And where security gate greatest hope) To be consumde by treasons wastefull hand? And what is most afflicting to my soule, That this his death and murther should be wrought, Without the knowledge by whose meanes twas done,

2 seru.Not so sir, I haue found the authors of it, See where they sit, and in their bloudy fistes, The fatall instruments of death and sinne.

LeeIust iudgement of that power, whose gracious eie, Loathing the sight of such a hainous fact, Dazeled their senses with benumming-sleepe, Till their vnhallowed treachery were knowne: Awake ye monsters, murderers awake, Tremble for horror, blush you cannot chuse, Beholding this inhumane deed of yours.

Old.What meane you sir to trouble weary soules, And interrupt vs of our quiet sleepe?

LeeOh diuellish! can you boast vnto your selues Of quiet sleepe, hauing within your hearts The guilt of murder waking, that with cries Deafes the lowd thunder, and sollicites heauen, With mo•e than Mandrakes shreekes for your offence?

Lady Old.What murder? you vpbraid vs wrongfully.

LeeCan you deny the fact? see you not heere, The body of my sonne by you mis-done? Looke on his wounds, looke on his purple hew: Do we not finde you where the deede was done? Were not your kniues fast closed in your hands? Is not this cloth an argument beside, Thus staind and spotted with his innocent blood? These speaking characters, were nothing else To pleade against ye, would conuict you both. Bring them away, bereauers of my ioy, At Hartford where the Sises now are kept, Their liues shall answere for my sonnes lost life.

Old-castleAs we are innocent, so may we speede. Lee