My death I pardon unto her and you,
My sinnes God pardon; so vaine world adiew.
[_He falls asleep_.
_Valen_. Ha, ha, ha.
_Mon_. Hee's dead, why does your highnesse laugh?
_Valen_. Why, Lord _Montano_, that I love to see,
He that hath sav'd my life, to die for me.
But theres a riddle in this Princes death,
And Ile explaine it on this floore of earth.
Come, to his sisters execution goe,
We have varietie of joyes in woe.
I am sure, you have heard his Excellence did sweare
Both of their heads should grace a Kingly beare.
Upon a mourning hearse let him be layd;
He shalbe intombed with a wived maid.
[_Exeunt_.
_Actus Quintus_.
[SCENE 1.]
_Enter Duke, Hatto, and Alfred_.
_Duke_. Bring forth the prisoners: wher's my beauteous Dutches
That she may see the ruine of her foes?
She that upbraided her with slanderous wordes,
She that in scorne of due obedience
Hath matcht the honour of the _Saxons_ blood
Unto a beggar; let them be brought foorth,
I will not rise from this tribunal seate
Till I have seene their bodies from their heads.
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