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 And then the watchword being given, a bell shall ring, Which when they heare, they shall begin to kill: And never cease untill that bell shall cease, Then breath a while. King. How now fellow, what newes?

Man. And it please your grace the Lord high Admirall, Riding the streetes was traiterously shot, And most humbly intreates your Majestie To visite him sick in his bed.

King. Messenger, tell him I will see him straite. What shall we doe now with the Admirall?

Qu. Your Majesty had best goe visite him, And make a shew as if all were well.

King. Content, I will goe visite the Admirall.

Guise. And I will goe take order for his death. King. How fares it with my Lord high Admiral, Hath he been hurt with villaines in the street? I vow and sweare as I am King of France, To finde and to repay the man with death: With death delay'd and torments never usde, That durst presume for hope of any gaine, To hurt the noble man their soveraign loves.

Ad. Ah my good Lord, these are the Guisians, That seeke to massacre our guiltles lives.