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A royal seat, a sceptre, and a crown;
That those which do behold them may become
As men that stand and gaze against the sun.
The plot is laid, and things shall come to pass
Where resolution strives for victory.



Guise. Now sues the king for favour to the Guise,
And all his minions stoop when I command:
Why, this 'tis to have an army in the field.
Now, by the holy sacrament, I swear,
As ancient Romans o'er their captive lords,
So will I triumph o'er this wanton king;
And he shall follow my proud chariot's wheels.
Now do I but begin to look about,

And all my former time was spent in vain.
Hold, sword,

For in thee is the Duke of Guise's hope.

Re-enter Third Murderer.

Villain, why dost thou look so ghastly speak.
Third Murd. O, pardon me, my Lord of Guise !
Guise. Pardon thee! why, what hast thou done?
Third Murd. O my lord, I am one of them that is
set to murder you !

Guise. To murder me, villain !

Third Murd. Ay, my lord: the rest have ta'en their

standings in the next room; therefore, good my lord, go not forth.

Guise. Yet Cæsar shall go forth.

Let mean conceits and baser men fear death:
Tut, they are peasants; I am Duke of Guise;
And princes with their looks engender fear.

First Murd. [within.] Stand close; he is coming;
I know him by his voice.

Guise. As pale as ashes! nay, then, it is time
To look about.

Enter First and Second Murderers.

First and Sec. Murderers. Down with him, down
with him!
[They stab GUISE.
Guise. O, I have my death's wound! give me leave
to speak.

Sec. Murd. Then pray to God, and ask forgiveness of the king.

Guise. Trouble me not; I ne'er offended him,
Nor will I ask forgiveness of the king.
O, that I have not power to stay my life,
Nor iminortality to be reveng'd!
To die by peasants, what a grief is this!
Ah, Sixtus, be reveng'd upon the king!
Philip and Parma, I am slain for you!
Pope, excommunicate, Philip, depose
The wicked branch of curs'd Valois his line!
Vive la messe! perish Huguenots!

Thus Cæsar did go forth, and thus he died.

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Here the curtains draw: there is discovered JUPITER dandling GANYMEDE on his knee, and HERMES lying asleep.

Jup. Come, gentle Ganymede, and play with me ; I love thee well, say Juno what she will.

Gan. I am much better for your worthless love,
That will not shield me from her shrewish blows!
To-day, whenas I fill'd into your cups,

And held the cloth of pleasance whiles you drank,
She reach'd me such a rap for that I spill'd,

As made the blood run down mine ears.

Jup. What, dares she strike the darling of my

By Saturn's soul, and this earth-threatening hair,

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That, shaken thrice, makes nature's buildings quake,
I vow, if she but once frown on thee more,

To hang her, meteor-like, 'twixt heaven and earth,
And bind her, hand and foot, with golden cords,
As once I did for harming Hercules !

Gan. Might I but see that pretty sport a-foot,
O, how would I with Helen's brother laugh,
And bring the Gods to wonder at the game!
Sweet Jupiter, if e'er I pleas'd thine eye,
Or seemed fair, wall'd in with eagle's wings,
Grace my immortal beauty with this boon,
And I will spend my time in thy bright arms.
Jup. What is't, sweet wag, I should deny thy youth?
Whose face reflects such pleasure to mine eyes,
As I, exhal'd with thy fire-darting beams,
Have oft driven back the horses of the Night,
Whenas they would have hal'd thee from my sight.
Sit on my knee, and call for thy content,
Control proud Fate, and cut the thread of Time:
Why, are not all the gods at thy command,
And heaven and earth the bounds of thy delight?
Vulcan shall dance to make thee laughing-sport,
And my nine daughters sing when thou art sad;
From Juno's bird I'll pluck her spotted pride,
To make thee fans wherewith to cool thy face;
And Venus' swans shall shed their silver down,
To sweeten out the slumbers of thy bed;
Hermes no more shall show the world his wings,
If that thy fancy in his feathers dwell,

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But, as this one, I'll tear them all from him, [Plucks a feather from HERMES' wings. Do thou but say, "their colour pleaseth me." Hold here, my little love; these linked gems, [Gives jewels.

My Juno ware upon her marriage-day,
Put thou about thy neck, my own sweet heart,
And trick thy arms and shoulders with my theft.
Gan. I would have a jewel for mine ear,
And a fine brooch to put in my hat,

And then I'll hug with you an hundred times.
Jup. And shalt have, Ganymede, if thou wilt be my

Enter VENUS.

Ven. Ay, this is it: you can sit toying there, And playing with that female wanton boy, Whiles my Æneas wanders on the seas, And rests a prey to every billow's pride. Juno, false Juno, in her chariot's pomp, Drawn through the heavens by steeds of Boreas' brood,

Made Hebe to direct her airy wheels

Into the windy country of the clouds ;

Where, finding Æolus entrench'd with storms,
And guarded with a thousand grisly ghosts,
She humbly did beseech him for our bane,
And charg'd him drown my son with all his train.
Then gan the winds break ope their brazen doors,
And all Eolia to be up in arms :

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