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Chorus.
Ent. Boha.
So these sad motions makes the faire sleepe,
And sleep hee shall in quiet and content,
For it would make a marbell melt and weepe
To see these treasons gainst the innocent:
But since shee scapes by flight to saue her life,
The king may chance repent she was his wife:
The rest is ruthfull, yet to be guilde the time,
Tis interlast with merriment and rime.

Exeunt.