Beh. Fate.
Buss. Who are Fates ministers?
Beh. The Guise and Monsieur.
Buss. A fit paire of sheeres
To cut the threds of kings and kingly spirits,[65]
And consorts fit to sound forth harmony
Set to the fals of kingdomes. Shall the hand
Of my kind mistresse kill me?
Beh. If thou yeeld
To her next summons. Y'are faire warn'd; farewell! Thunders. Exit.