Enter two of the Bed-Chamber.
1. Come now she's gone, let's enter, the King expects
it, and will be angry.
2. 'Tis a fine wench, we'I have a snap at her one of these
nights as she goes from him.
1. Content: how quickly he had done with her! I see
Kings can do no more that way than other mortal people.
2. How fast he is! I cannot hear him breathe.
1. Either the Tapers give a feeble light, or he looks very pale.
2. And so he does, pray Heaven he be well. Let's look: Alas! he's stiffe, wounded and dead: Treason, Treason!
1. Run forth and call.
[Exit Gent.
2. Treason, Treason!