Part 40

with a letter written in bloud. A omits.

85-98 O lying Spirit . . . calls him. Omitted in A, which has instead:--

Buss. O lying Spirit: welcome, loved father, How fares my dearest mistresse?

Mont. Well as ever, Being well as ever thought on by her lord: Wherof she sends this witnesse in her hand, And praies, for urgent cause, your speediest presence.

91-92 I beleeved . . . give. One line in B.

A Room in Montsurry's House.]

Thunder. Intrat Umbra Frier and discovers Tamyra.

Tamyra. O father, have my dumb woes wak'd your death? 10 When will our humane griefes be at their height? Man is a tree that hath no top in cares, No root in comforts; all his power to live Is given to no end but t'have power to grieve.

Umb. Fri. It is the misery of our creation. 15 Your true friend, Led by your husband, shadowed in my weed, Now enters the dark vault.

Tam. But, my dearest father, Why will not you appeare to him your selfe, And see that none of these deceits annoy him? 20

Umb. Fri. My power is limited; alas! I cannot; All that I can doe--See! the cave opens. Exit.

D'Amboys at the gulfe.

Tam. Away (my love) away! thou wilt be murther'd.

Enter Monsieur and Guise above.

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!

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?

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.