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 Dumaine. My brother Cardenall slaine and I alive? O wordes of power to kill a thousand men. Come let us away and leavy men, Tis warre that must asswage this tyrantes pride.

Frier. My Lord, heare me but speak, I am a Frier of the order of the Jacobyns, That for my conscience sake will kill the King.

Dumaine. But what doth move thee above the rest to doe the deed?

Frier. O my Lord, I have beene a great sinner in my dayes, and the deed is meritorious.

Dumaine. But how wilt thou get opportunitye?

Frier. Tush my Lord, let me alone for that.

Dumaine. Frier come with me, We will goe talke more of this within. Brother of Navarre, I sorrow much, That ever I was prov'd your enemy, And that the sweet and princely minde you beare,