Lis. Nothing can expiate
The Kings seuere Decree, and Her Hard fate. |Exeunt.|
Act. IIII.
Enter Iago and Sforza, seuerall.
Sfor. Health to your Honour.
Iag. Noble Sforza, thankes.
Sfor. Haue you not heard the newes?
Iag. Of what, my Lord?
Sfor. Lisandro, and the Princesse.
Iag. Not as yet.