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2 Scene.

Enter Spurio. drawes.
Spu.
'Tis not yet but in attempt.

Corv.
Y'have sav'd my life.

Exit.
Nnt.
Why dost thou interpose?
Rash man, I doe command thee fetch him backe,
And be his executioner. Art fixt?
Obey thy Prince with motion, or I'le turne
My rage on thee.

Spu.
What madnesse hath possest thee?

Not.
I'me like to have good subjects, I must beate them
Into obedience: thinke not on defence
For that's as vaine as if with nothing arm'd
But empty aire, thou mett'st a Thunder-bolt.
A sword thus order'd by the hand of Majesty
Will make its way.

Spu.
Traytor call backe that breath,
Fight.
Which as it doth divide the circling ayre,
Poysons it more than fenns from whence the Sun
Exhales infectious vapours.

Not.
Dar'st resist
Thy Soveraignes Will and power?

Spu.
Disloyall villaine,
Thy words have made the cause inspire such valour
Into my hand and sword, such a just rage
Fight.
To punish thee—

Not.
It hath a point, I feele it;
My royall blood doth wast.

Spu.
'Tis course and sordid.

Not.
I faile not yet, my spirits still have force
I thinke that reacht you

Fight.
Spu.
That reacht you agen.
The cause assures me victory.

Not.
'Tis enough,
W'are both prov'd mortall.

Falls.
Spu.
Farewell dearest Master;
I dye thy loyall Champion.

Falls.