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'She has got the ring! What's this? what's this? Schirene! art gone?
Nay, surely not. She jests. Jabaster! A traitor's head! What ho! there.
Pharez, Pharez!'
'My lord.'
'Passed the Queen that way?'
'She did, my lord.'
'In tears?'
'Nay! very joyful!'
'Call Honain, quick as my thought. Honain! Honain! He waits without. I
have seen the best of life, that's very sure. My heart is cracking. She
surely jests! Hah! Honain. Pardon these distracted looks. Fly to the
Armoury! fly, fly!'
'For what, my lord?'
'Ay! for what, for what! My brain it wanders. Thy brother, thy great
brother, the Queen, the Queen has stolen my signet ring, that is, I gave
it her. Fly, fly! or in a word, Jabaster is no more. He is gone. Pharez!
your arm; I swoon!'
'His Highness is sorely indisposed to-day.'
'They say he swooned this morn.'
'Ay, in the bath.'
'No, not in the bath. 'Twas when he heard of Jabaster's death.'
'How died he, Sir?'
'Self-strangled. His mighty heart could not endure disgrace, and thus he
ended all his glorious deeds.'
'A great man!'
'We shall not soon see his match. The Queen had gained his pardon, and
herself flew to the Armoury to bear the news; alas! too late.
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