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at Paris.

Was ever troubled with injurious warres:
I vow as I am lawfull King of France,
To recompence your reconciled love,
With all the honors and affections,
That ever I vouchsafte my dearest freends.

Navarre.
It is enough if that Navarre may be,
Esteemed faithfull to the King of France:
Whose service he may still commaund to death.

King.
Thankes to my Kingly Brother of Navarre.
Then heere wee'l lye before Lucrecia walles,
Girting this strumpet Cittie with our siege,
Till surfeiting with our afflicting armes,
She cast her hatefull stomack to the earth.

Enter a Messenger.

Messenger.

And it please your Majestie heere is a Frier of the order of the Jacobins, sent from the President of Paris, that craves accesse unto your grace.

King.
Let him come in.

Enter Frier with a Letter.

Epernoune.

I like not this Friers look.

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