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Scena 8a.

Ariste. Florimond. Calidor Cleander. Beotto.
Ari.
My Lord!
A Shrieke wt hin.
You must not Enter yet; The Queene's not Well.

Cal.
What makes that noyse then? Stand away.

Ar.
My Lords
Pray be not unciuil! Alas they'l all Come!
Beotto Breakes in, and enters agen.
Beotto you unmanly Rogue!

Cal.
How does the Queene?

Beot.
Not uerie well indeed, shee hath not done;
onely miscaried a Little. A fine Queen! A great queen
A great Bellyed Queene! O braue Gods!

Cal.
Ha! Breake Ope the Dores.

Ar.
Alas my Lord, What would you see! Do not
Make hauock of the Honour of yor Queene.
Alas y'are wrong'd. Shee's in Labour! My Lord
Cleander for heauen's sake goe Downe,
The Kingdom's Honour Bleeds too much alreadie.
Ah mee what meane you?

Clean.
Shee makes good hast, by my ffaith.