_Bussy._ Murther'd! I know not what that Hebrew means: That word had ne're bin nam'd had all bin D'Ambois. 25 Murther'd! By heaven, he is my murtherer That shewes me not a murtherer: what such bugge Abhorreth not the very sleepe of D'Amboys? Murther'd! Who dares give all the room I see To D'Ambois reach? or look with any odds 30 His fight i'th' face, upon whose hand sits death, Whose sword hath wings, and every feather pierceth? If I scape Monsieurs pothecarie shops, Foutir for Guises shambles! 'Twas ill plotted; They should have mall'd me here 35 When I was rising. I am up and ready. Let in my politique visitants, let them in, Though entring like so many moving armours. Fate is more strong than arms and slie than treason, And I at all parts buckl'd in my fate. 40 _Mons._ } _Guise._ } Why enter not the coward villains? _Buss._ Dare they not come? _Enter Murtherers, with [Umbra] Frier at the other dore._ _Tam._ They come. _First Murderer._ Come, all at once! _[Umbra] Friar._ Back, coward murtherers, back! _Omnes._ Defend us heaven! _Exeunt all but the first._ _First Murd._ Come ye not on? _Buss._ No, slave! nor goest thou off. Stand you so firme? [_Strikes at him with his sword._] Will it not enter here? 45 You have a face yet. So! in thy lifes flame I burne the first rites to my mistresse fame. _Umb. Fri._ Breath thee, brave sonne, against the other charge. _Buss._ O is it true, then, that my sense first told me? Is my kind father dead? _Tam._ He is, my love; 50 'Twas the Earle, my husband, in his weed that brought thee. _Buss._ That was a speeding sleight, and well resembled. Where is that angry Earle? My lord! come forth, And shew your owne face in your owne affaire; Take not into your noble veines the blood 55 Of these base villaines, nor the light reports Of blister'd tongues for cleare and weighty truth: But me against the world, in pure defence Of your rare lady, to whose spotlesse name I stand here as a bulwark, and project 60 A life to her renowne that ever yet Hath been untainted, even in envies eye, And, where it would protect, a sanctuarie. Brave Earle, come forth, and keep your scandall in! 'Tis not our fault, if you enforce the spot; 65 Nor the wreak yours, if you performe it not. _Enter Mont[surry] with all the murtherers._