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A royal seat, a sceptre, and a crown ;
THE DEATH OF GUISE.
Act III., SCENE 2.
Re-enter Third Murderer.
Third Murd. O, pardon me, my Lord of Guise !
Third Murd. O my lord, I am one of them that is set to murder you !
Guise. To murder me, villain !
standings in the next room ; therefore, good my lord, go not forth. Guise. Yet Cæsar shall
I know him by his voice.
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. 0, 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. [Dies.
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
thoughts? By Saturn's soul, and this earth-threatening hair,
That, shaken thrice, makes nature's buildings quake,
Gan. Might I but see that pretty sport a-foot,
Jup. What is’t, sweet wag, I should deny thy youth ?
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 love.
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 Æolia to be up in arms :