Dum. My brother Cardinal slain, and I alive! O words of power to kill a thousand men!—20 Come, let us away, and levy men; 'Tis war that must assuage this tyrant's pride.
Fri. My lord, hear me but speak. I am a friar of the order of the Jacobins, That for my conscience' sake will kill the king.
Dum. But what doth move thee, above the rest, to do the deed?
Fri. O my lord, I have been a great sinner in my days! and the deed is meritorious.
Dum. But how wilt thou get opportunity?30
Fri. Tush, my lord, let me alone for that.
Dum. Friar, come with me; We will go talk more of this within. [Exeunt.
SCENE XXIV.
Drums and Trumpets. Enter [426] King Henry, the King of Navarre, Epernoun, Bartus, Pleshè, Soldiers, and Attendants.
Henry. Brother of Navarre, I sorrow much That ever I was prov'd your enemy, And that the sweet and princely mind you bear Was ever troubled with injurious wars. I vow, as I am lawful king of France, To recompense your reconcilèd love, With all the honours and affections That ever I vouchsaf'd my dearest friends.