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Q. Mo. My lord cardinal of Lorraine, tell me,
How likes your grace my son's pleasantness?
His mind, you see, runs on his minions,
And all his heaven is to delight himself;
And whilst he sleeps securely thus in ease,
Thy brother Guise and we may now provide
To plant ourselves with such authority,
That not a man may live without our leaves.
Then shall the Catholic faith of Rome
Flourish in France, and none deny the same.
CARD. Madam, as I in secresy was told,
My brother Guise hath gather'd a power of men
Which are he saith to kill the Puritans,
But 'tis the House of Bourbon that he means;
Now, madam, must you insinuate with the king,
And tell him that 'tis for his country's good,
And common profit of religion.
Q. Mo. Tush, man, let me alone with him.
To work the way to bring this thing to pass;
And if he do deny what I do say,
I'll dispatch him with his brother presently,
And then shall Monsieur wear the diadem.
Tush, all shall die unless I have my will;
For while she lives, Catharine will be queen.
Come, my lord, let us go to seek the Guise,
And then determine of this enterprise. [Ereunt.
Enter the Duchess of Guise and her MAID.
Duch. Go fetch me pen and ink—
MAID. I will madam. [Exit. Duch. That I may write unto my dearest lord; Sweet Mugeron, 'tis he that hath my heart And Guise usurps it 'cause I am his wife. Fain would I find some means to speak with him, But cannot, and therefore am enforc'd to write, That he may come and meet me in some place, Where we may one enjoy the other's sight. Re-enter the MAID, with ink and paper. So, set it down, and leave me to myself. [Erit Maid. She writes. Oh! would to God, this quill that here doth write, Had late been pluck'd from out fair Cupid's wing, That it might print these lines within his heart, Enter GUIse. Guise. What all alone, my love, and writing too 2 I prythee say to whom thou writ'st. Duch. To such a one, as when she reads my lines, Will laugh, I fear me, at their good array. Guise. I pray thee, let me see. Duch. Oh, no, my lord, a woman only must Partake the secrets of my heart. Guise. But, madam, I must see— Are these your secrets that no man must know? [Snatches the paper, and reads it. Duch. Oh! pardon me, my lord. Guise. Thou trothless and unjust, what lines are these ? Am I grown old, or is thy lust grown young?
Or hath my love been so obscur'd in thee,
That others need to comment on my text 2
Is all my love forgot, which held thee dear,
Aye, dearer than the apple of mine eye?
Is Guise's glory but a cloudy mist,
In sight and judgment of thy lustful eye *
Mort Dieu 1 were not the fruit within thy womb,
On whose increase I set some longing hope,
This wrathful hand should strike thee to the heart :
Hence, strumpet! hide thy head for shame;
And fly my presence, if thou look'st to live—
O wicked sex, perjured and unjust
Now do I see that from the very first,
Her eyes and looks sow'd seeds of perjury.
But villain, he, to whom these lines should go,
Shall buy her love e'en with his dearest blood [Erit.
Enter Nava RRE, PLes HE, and BARTUs, and their
Train, with drums and trumpets.
Nav. Now lords, since in a quariel just and right,
We undertake to manage these our wars,
Against the proud disturbers of the faith,
(I mean the Guise, the Pope, and king of Spain,
Who set themselves to tread us under foot,
And rend our true religion from this land;
But for you know our quarrel is no more,
But to defend their strange inventions,
Which they will put us to with sword and fire;)
We must with resolute minds resolve to fight,
In honour of our God, and country's good.
Spain is the council-chamber of the Pope,
Spain is the place where he makes peace and war,
And Guise for Spain hath now incens'd the king,
To send his power to meet us in the field.
BAR. Then in this bloody brunt they may behold
The sole endeavour of your princely care,
To plant the true succession of the faith,
In spite of Spain and all his heresies.
Nav. The pow'r of vengeance now implants itself
Upon the haughty mountains of my breast;
Plays with her gory colours of revenge,
Whom I respect as leaves of boasting green,
That change their colour when the winter comes,
When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge.
Enter a MEsse NG ER.
How now, sirrah, what news?
MEs. My lord, as by our scouts we understand,
A mighty army comes from France with speed;
Which is already muster'd in the land,
And means to meet your highness in the field.
NAv. In God's name let them come.
This is the Guise that hath incens'd the king
To levy arms, and make these civil broils.
But canst thou tell me who's their general?
MEs. Not yet, my lord, for thereon do they stay;
But, as report doth go, the duke Joyeux
Hath made great suit unto the king therefore.
Nav. It will not countervail his pains, I hope.
I would the Guise in his stead might have come;
But he doth lurk within his drowsy couch,
And makes his footstool on security:
So he be safe, he cares not what becomes
Of king or country; no, not for them both.
But come, my lords, let us away with speed,
And place ourselves in order for the fight. [Ereunt.
Enter the KING of FRANCE, Guise, EPERNou NE
and Duke Joy Eux.
KING. My sweet Joyeux, I make thee general
Of all my army, now in readiness
To march against the rebellious king, Navarre;
At thy request I am content thou go'st,
Although my love to thee can hardly suffer't,
Regarding still the danger of thy life,
Joyeux. Thanks to your majesty; and so I take
my leave. -
Farewell, my lord of Guise, and Epernoune.
Guise. Health and hearty farewell to my lord
Joyeux. [Erit Joyeur. KING. How kindly, cousin Guise, you and your wife
Do both salute our lovely minions.
Remember you the letter, gentle sir,
Which your wife writ
To my dear minion, and her chosen friend?
[Makes horns at Guise.
Guise. How now, my lord? faith, this is more
Am I to be thus jested at and scorn'd?
'Tis more than kingly or imperious.
And, sure, if all the proudest kings beside