Bel. Angels of heaven, forefend it!
And. Some take up the body; others take charge
Of that accursed villain.
Lor. My lord, leave that to me; I’ll look to him.
Jer. Mark, mark, Horatio: a villain guard a villain.
And. The king may think my news is a bad guest,
When the first object is a bleeding breast.
[Exeunt.
Enter King of Spain, Castile, Medina, Rogero, and Others; a Dead March within.
King. My lords,