Let me see his heart Panting upon my weapons point; then part us. Oh, pray, forbeare the roome. _Fer_.

Fy, Fy! two Brothers. Two Eaglets of one noble Aery, Pecke out each others eyes!-Welcome from _France_! How does your honourd father? _Man_. Well, my Lord: I left him late in Paris.

_Hen_. So, so; in _Paris_! Hath he 3 bodyes? _Lorraine,_Burgundy,_&Paris_! My Lord, his Highnes putts into your hand A sword of Justice: draw it forth, I charge you By the oath made to your king, to smite this Traytour, The murtherer of my father! _Man_. I? _Hen_.

Yes, thou: Thou, slave, hast bene his Executioner. _Man_. Where? when? _Hen_.

There, there; in _France_. _Man_. Oh heavenly powers! _Hen_.

Oh, intollerable villaine! parricide! Monster of mankind! _Spaniards_ shame! _Fer_. Pray, heare me: Are you in earnest? _Hen_. Earnest? _Fer_.

Be advisd. _Hen_. Lay hold on him, the murtherer of my father: I have armd proofes against him.