Of all that breath! all heaven turne all his eyes
In harty envie thus on one poore dame.
Char. Well done, my brother! I did love thee ever,
But now adore thee: losse of such a friend[200]
None should survive, of such a brother [none.]
With my false husband live, and both these slaine!
Ere I returne to him, Ile turne to earth.
Enter Renel leading the Countesse.
Ren. Horror of humane eyes! O Clermont D'Ambois!
Madame, wee staid too long, your servant's slaine.205