_Fred_. Why, shee's notorious.
_Duke_. But she will amend.
_Fred_. 'Tis too farre growne to have a happy end.
_Duke_. The dangerous the disease, greater's the cure.
_Fred_. Princes may seeke renowne by wayes more sure,
Shee is dishonest.
_Duke_. Honestie's unseene;
Shee's faire, and therefore fit to be a Queene.
_Fred_. But vertue is to be preferd ere lust.
_Duke_. Those that are once false, shall we ne're trust?
_Fred_. Wise men approve their actions by the tryall.
_Duke_. I say she is mine in spight of all deniall;
Bring me the Crowne.
_Fred_. To set upon her head?
Friends, draw your swords, first strike the strumpet dead.
_Duke_. My guard, my guard!
_Alfred_. For shame, put up your swords.
_Fred_. For shame, great Rulers, leave your flattering words.
_Albert_. 'Tis madnesse in the King and worse in you.
_Hat_. Though you prove traytors, we'll not prove untrue.
_Fred_. Will you dismisse this Strumpet to the stewes,
Or our allegance in this act refuse?
_Duke_. Doe what you dare, the election still shall stand.
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