ADMIRALL. I my good Lord, shot through the arme.

NAVARRE. We are betraide, come my Lords, and let us goe tell
the King of this.

ADMIRALL. These are the cursed Guisians that doe seeke our death.
Oh fatall was this mariage to us all.

They beare away the [olde] Queene [of Navarre] and goe out.





[Scene iv]


Enter [Charles] the King, [Catherinethe] Queene Mother, Duke of Guise,
Duke Anjoy, Duke Demayne [and Cossin, Captain of the Kings Guard].

QUEENE MOTHER. My noble sonne, and princely Duke of Guise,
Now have we got the fatall stragling deere,
Within the compasse of a deadly toyle,
And as we late decreed we may perfourme.

CHARLES. Madam, it wilbe noted through the world,
An action bloudy and tirannicall:
Cheefely since under safetie of our word,
They justly challenge their protection:
Besides my heart relentes that noble men,