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 (For whose effects my soule is massacred) Infect thy gracious brest with fresh supply, To agravate our sodaine miserie.

Ad. Come my Lords let us beare her body hence, And see it honoured with just solemnitie.

Condy. What are you hurt my L. high Admiral?

Admi. I my good Lord shot through the arme.

Navar. We are betraide, come my Lords, and let us goe tell the King of this.

Admi. These are the cursed Guisians that doe seeke our death. Oh fatall was this mariage to us all.

Queene Mother. My noble sonne, and princely Duke of Guise, Now have we got the fatall stragling deere: Within the compasse of a deadly toyle, And as we late decreed we may perfourme.

King. Madam, it wilbe noted through the world, An action bloudy and tirannicall: Cheefely since under safetie of our word, They justly challenge their protection: Besides my heart relentes that noble men, Onely corrupted in religion, Ladies of honor,