Let in my politique visitants, let them in,
Though entring like so many moving armours.
Fate is more strong than arms and slie than treason,
And I at all parts buckl'd in my fate.[40]
Mons. }
Guise. } Why enter not the coward villains?
Buss. Dare they not come?
Enter Murtherers, with [Umbra] Frier at the other dore.
Tam. They come.
First Murderer. Come, all at once!