(Lodg'd for the purpose) rusht on him, and tooke
His princely life; who sent (in dying then)
His love to you, as to the best of men.
Cler. The worst and most accursed of things creeping
On earths sad bosome. Let me pray yee all145
A little to forbeare, and let me use
Freely mine owne minde in lamenting him.
Ile call yee straight againe.
Aum. We will forbeare,
And leave you free, sir. Exeunt.