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Scena 8a:

Cleander. Dorimant. Diocles. Beotto. Captain brought in.
Cle.
Bring him in. his Speed betrayes his Cause.
Why made you such hast from the Priuy Lodgings?
Heauen! Prodigyes on Prodigyes! The King
Is murtherd, and Phocillus kneeling by him
Stiffe, and Dead. the Princesse too. O Sirrah,
You are a Master Villaine

Cap.
I know nothing.

Dor
Dor Wee'l make you, Sr. Call helpe. To what Pouerty
Is the State brought yt wants a Blood to Rule?

Beot.
Why my Lord, who am I:

Dor.
Sirrah be quiet
This is noe Tyme for ffooleryes. I'l Lay you by th Heeles

Beot.
Lay mee by th'Heeles!

Clea.
Let this same Rogue be Wrackt.

Dioc.
Cousin I'm Sorrie—

Dor.
Beare the Bodyes in;
The Sickly state's endangerd to be Ruin'd.
What shall wee doe

Cle.
Acquaint ye Lords what's happen'd,
And then Consult where the Succession lights;
Wee haue a Sea to Wade through.

Dor.
O you Gods,
When you are Angry, who Can beare yor Rodds?