KING
Get thou from my sight, the Queen would see thee.
BALTHAZAR
Your gold, Sir.
KING
Go with Judas and repent.
BALTHAZAR
So men hate whores after lust's heat is spent.
I'm gone, Sir.
KING
Tell me true, is he dead?
BALTHAZAR
Dead.
KING
No matter. 'Tis but morning of revenge,
The sunset shall be red and tragical.
Exit King.
BALTHAZAR
Sin is a raven croaking <52> her own fall.
Exit Balthazar.