_Gui._ That's your white pretext; But you will finde one drop of bloud shed lawlesse Will be the fountaine to a purple sea. The present lust and shift made for Kings lives, Against the pure forme and just power of law, 55 Will thrive like shifters purchases; there hangs A blacke starre in the skies, to which the sunne Gives yet no light, will raine a poyson'd shower Into your entrailes, that will make you feele How little safetie lies in treacherous steele. 60 _Hen._ Well, sir, Ile beare it; y'have a brother to Bursts with like threates, the skarlet Cardinall-- Seeke, and lay hands on him; and take this hence, Their blouds, for all you, on my conscience! _Exit._ _Gui._ So, sir, your full swindge take; mine death hath curb'd. 65 Clermont, farewell! O didst thou see but this! But it is better; see by this the ice Broke to thine owne bloud, which thou wilt despise When thou hear'st mine shed. Is there no friend here Will beare my love to him? _Aumale._ I will, my lord. 70 _Gui._ Thankes with my last breath: recommend me, then, To the most worthy of the race of men. _Dyes. Exeunt._ [SCÆNA QUINTA. _A Room in Montsurry's House._] _Enter Monts[urry] and Tamyra._ _Montsurry._ Who have you let into my house? _Tamyra._ I? none. _Mont._ Tis false; I savour the rancke bloud of foes In every corner. _Tam._ That you may doe well; It is the bloud you lately shed you smell. _Mont._ Sdeath! the vault opens. _The gulfe opens._ _Tam._ What vault? hold your sword. 5 _Clermont ascends._ _Clermont._ No, let him use it. _Mont._ Treason! murther! murther! _Cler._ Exclaime not; tis in vaine, and base in you, Being one to onely one. _Mont._ O bloudy strumpet! _Cler._ With what bloud charge you her? it may be mine As well as yours; there shall not any else 10 Enter or touch you: I conferre no guards, Nor imitate the murtherous course you tooke, But single here will have my former challenge Now answer'd single; not a minute more My brothers bloud shall stay for his revenge, 15 If I can act it; if not, mine shall adde A double conquest to you, that alone Put it to fortune now, and use no ods. Storme not, nor beate your selfe thus gainst the dores, Like to a savage vermine in a trap: 20 All dores are sure made, and you cannot scape But by your valour. _Mont._ No, no, come and kill mee.