Enter two [Murtherers] dragging in the Cardenall [of Loraine].
       CARDINALL
       Murder me not, I am a Cardenall.
       1
       Wert thou the Pope thou mightst not scape from us.
       CARDINALL
       What, will you fyle your handes with Churchmens bloud?
       2
       Shed your bloud,
       O Lord no: for we entend to strangle you.
       CARDINALL
       Then there is no remedye but I must dye?
       1
       No remedye, therefore prepare your selfe.
       CARDINALL
       Yet lives
       My brother Duke Dumaine, and many moe:
       To revenge our deaths upon that cursed King,
       Upon whose heart may all the furies gripe,
       And with their pawes drench his black soule in hell.
       1
       Yours my Lord Cardinall, you should have saide.
       Now they strangle him.
       So, pluck amaine,
       He is hard hearted, therfore pull with violence.
       Come take him away.
       Exeunt.

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