As I was gathering a fit guard to make
My passage to the dores, and the dores sure,
The man of bloud is enter'd.
Mons. Rage of death!
If I had told the secret, and he knew it,[390]
Thus had I bin endanger'd.
Enter D'Ambois.
My sweet heart!
How now? what leap'st thou at?
Bussy. O royall object!