Omnes. To this we sweare.
Seb. Vncle, I sweare too.
Med. Our forces let's unite; be bold and secret, And Lion-like with open eyes let's sleepe: Streames smooth and slowly running are most deep. [Exeunt.
(SCENE 3.)
Enter King; Queen, Malateste, Valesco, Lopez.
King. The Presence doore be guarded; let none enter
On forfeit of your lives without our knowledge.
Oh, you are false physitians all unto me,
You bring me poyson but no antidotes.
Queen. Your selfe that poyson brewes.
King. Prethe, no more.
Queen. I will, I must speake more.
King. Thunder aloud.