[Lies on the couch.
Enter two Murderers.
1st Mur. “Oh! if one spot did sully his pure soul,
“In heaven hath he wip’d it clean away,
“With this his sweet, unfeigned oraison.
2nd Mur. “’Tis true.
“The King to us hath ever been most kind:
“’Twould have disgrac’d the name of murderer
“Had we to death despatch’d him unprepar’d.
1st Mur. “Why, how now?