Scene XX
Enter two [Murtherers] dragging in the Cardenall [of Loraine].
CARDINALL
Murder me not, I am a Cardenall.
1
Wert thou the Pope thou mightst not scape from us.
CARDINALL
What, will you fyle your handes with Churchmens bloud?
2
Shed your bloud,
O Lord no: for we entend to strangle you.
CARDINALL
Then there is no remedye but I must dye?
1
No remedye, therefore prepare your selfe.
CARDINALL
Yet lives
My brother Duke Dumaine, and many moe:
To revenge our deaths upon that cursed King,
Upon whose heart may all the furies gripe,
And with their pawes drench his black soule in hell.
1
Yours my Lord Cardinall, you should have saide.
Now they strangle him.
So, pluck amaine,
He is hard hearted, therfore pull with violence.
Come take him away.
Exeunt.
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