Nav. My mother poisoned here before my face! O gracious God, what times are these! O grant, sweet God, my days may end with hers, That I with her may die and live again!
Mar. Let not this heavy chance, my dearest lord (For whose effects my soul is massacrèd), Infect thy gracious breast with fresh supply To aggravate our sudden misery.
Adm. Come, my lords, let us bear her body hence,30 And see it honoured with just solemnity. [As they are going out, the Soldier dischargeth his musket at the Admiral.
Con. What, are you hurt, my Lord High Admiral?
Adm. I, my good lord, shot through the arm.
Nav. We [358] are betrayed! Come, my lords, And let us go tell the king of this.
Adm. These are The cursèd Guisians, that do seek our death. O fatal was this marriage to us all! [Exeunt, bearing out the body of the Old Queen of Navarre.
SCENE IV.
Enter [359] King Charles, Catherine the Queen-Mother, Guise, Anjou, and Dumaine.
Cath. My noble son, and princely Duke of Guise, Now have we got the fatal, straggling deer Within the compass of a deadly toil, And, as we late decreed, we may perform.