Coun. It must be so; he liv'd but in the Guise,
As I in him. O follow life mine eyes!
Tam. Hide, hide thy snakie head; to cloisters flie;
In pennance pine; too easie tis to die.
Char. It is. In cloisters then let's all survive.[210]
Madame, since wrath nor griefe can helpe these fortunes,
Let us forsake the world in which they raigne,
And for their wisht amends to God complaine.
Count. Tis fit and onely needfull: leade me on;
In heavens course comfort seeke, in earth is none. Exeunt. 215