These spirits seld or never hanting men
But some mishap ensues.
Cler. Ensue what can;
Tyrants may kill but never hurt a man;
All to his good makes, spight of death and hell.[140]
Enter Aumall.
Aumale. All the desert of good renowne your Highnesse!
Gui. Welcome, Aumall!
Cler. My good friend, friendly welcome!
How tooke my noblest mistresse the chang'd newes?