Edward. Lacie shall die as traitor to his lord.
Lacie. I have deserved it, Edward; act it well. 90
Margret. What hopes the prince to gaine by Lacies death?
Edward. To end the loves twixt him and Margeret.
Marg. Why, thinks King Henries sonne that Margret's love
Hangs in the uncertaine ballance of proud time?
That death shall make a discord of our thoughts? 95
No, stab the earle, and fore the morning sun
Shall vaunt him thrice over the loftie east,
Margret will meet her Lacie in the heavens.