Seeke, and lay hands on him; and take this hence,
Their blouds, for all you, on my conscience! Exit.
Gui. So, sir, your full swindge take; mine death hath curb'd.65
Clermont, farewell! O didst thou see but this!
But it is better; see by this the ice
Broke to thine owne bloud, which thou wilt despise
When thou hear'st mine shed. Is there no friend here
Will beare my love to him?
Aumale. I will, my lord. 70
Gui. Thankes with my last breath: recommend me, then,