_Mont._ Said like a D'Ambois, and if now I die, Sit joy and all good on thy victorie! 110 _Fights, and fals downe._ _Mont._ Farewell! I hartily forgive thee; wife, And thee; let penitence spend thy rest of life. _Hee gives his hand to Cler[mont] and his wife._ _Cler._ Noble and Christian! _Tam._ O, it breakes my heart. _Cler._ And should; for all faults found in him before These words, this end, makes full amends and more. 115 Rest, worthy soule; and with it the deare spirit Of my lov'd brother rest in endlesse peace! Soft lie thy bones; Heaven be your soules abode; And to your ashes be the earth no lode! _Musicke, and the Ghost of Bussy enters, leading the Ghost[s] of the Guise, Monsieur, Cardinall Guise, and Shattilion; they dance about the dead body, and exeunt._ _Cler._ How strange is this! The Guise amongst these spirits, 120 And his great brother Cardinall, both yet living! And that the rest with them with joy thus celebrate This our revenge! This certainely presages Some instant death both to the Guise and Cardinall. That the Shattilions ghost to should thus joyne 125 In celebration of this just revenge With Guise that bore a chiefe stroke in his death, It seemes that now he doth approve the act; And these true shadowes of the Guise and Cardinall, Fore-running thus their bodies, may approve 130 That all things to be done, as here wee live, Are done before all times in th'other life. That spirits should rise in these times yet are fables; Though learnedst men hold that our sensive spirits A little time abide about the graves 135 Of their deceased bodies, and can take, In colde condenc't ayre, the same formes they had When they were shut up in this bodies shade. _Enter Aumall._ _Aumale._ O sir, the Guise is slaine! _Cler._ Avert it heaven! _Aum._ Sent for to Councill by the King, an ambush 140 (Lodg'd for the purpose) rusht on him, and tooke His princely life; who sent (in dying then) His love to you, as to the best of men. _Cler._ The worst and most accursed of things creeping On earths sad bosome. Let me pray yee all 145 A little to forbeare, and let me use Freely mine owne minde in lamenting him. Ile call yee straight againe. _Aum._ We will forbeare, And leave you free, sir. _Exeunt._