For fear with his death they do me charge,
Farewell, my masters, I will go take barge:
I mean to be packing, now is the tide:
Farewell, my masters, I will no longer abide.
[Exit Ambidexter.
Enter three Lords.
First Lord.
Behold, my lords, it is even so,
As he to us did tell;
His grace is dead upon the ground,