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 Seroune. O Christ my Saviour.

Mount. Christ, villaine, why darst thou presume to call on Christ, without the intercession of some Saint? Sancta Jacobus hee was my Saint, pray to him.

Seroune. O let me pray unto my God.

Mount. Then take this with you.

Ramus. What fearfull cries comes from the river Rene, That frightes poore Ramus sitting at his book? I feare the Guisians have past the bridge, And meane once more to menace me.

Taleus. Flye Ramus flye, if thou wilt save thy life.

Ramus. Tell me Taleus, wherfore should I flye?

Taleus. The Guisians are hard at thy doore, and meane to murder us: harke, harke they come, Ile leap out at the window.

Ramus. Sweet Taleus stay.

Who goes there?

Retes. Tis Taleus, Ramus bedfellow.