Scene 20

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_ SCENE XX

(Enter two [Murtherers] dragging in the Cardenall [of Loraine].)

CARDINALL.
Murder me not, I am a Cardenall.

1 Murd.
Wert thou the Pope thou mightst not scape from us.

CARDINALL.
What, will you fyle your handes with Churchmens bloud?

2 Murd.
Shed your bloud,
O Lord no: for we entend to strangle you.

CARDINALL.
Then there is no remedye but I must dye?

1 Murd.
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 Murd.
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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