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] There's none but he stands 'twixt a crown and me.

The cloud that interpos'd betwixt my hopes before

Is, like a vapour, fall'n, and seen no more.

The house of Clarimont is lost: the king

Has sent one son to banishment, and I

Have sent the father.

Par. How, sir, you have not murdered him!

Lor. Why?

Par. Nothing, my lord;

Only I'm sorry I had no hand in't.

'Sdeath, hath the villain killed him?

Lor. O, thou art jealous! Thy hand comes well enough.

This night I have determined that soon,

Ere the royal blood's a-tilt, you shall to horse.

'Tis easy to outride

Par. Imagination itself, my lord!

Lor. For then report will say thou kill'dst him.

No matter.

Par. O, none at all, my lord.

Lor. When I am king, I can restore at ease.

Par. True, my lord.

What, if your excellence cast out, when I'm gone,

That Clarimont's youngest son did this, and took

His flight upon't. His discontent's known well

Enough to make of a suspicion

A most received truth.

Besides, wheresoev'r I go, I'll swear 'twas he.

Lor. By Jove, most rare! when I am king, I shall

Be poorer than I am, by giving thee

Thy due. Away! let's lose no time in words:

We're both resolv'd to put this cause to swords.

I'll to the king: thou to prepare for night.

Four hours hence, wait me in the gallery.

Break, heart, and burst! My father murdered,

And in the midst of all his hopes of life!

Methinks I see millions of furies stand,

Ready to catch my rage's sacrifice.

O, for a man that could invent more plagues