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Trumpets sounded within, and a cry of Vive le Roi,"

two or three times. Enter HENRY, crowned ; QUEEN MOTHER, CAR

DINAL, Guise, EpernOune, Mugeron, the
CUTPURSE, and others.
ALL. Vive le Roi, Vive le Roi.

(A flourish of Trumpets. Q. Mo. Welcome from Poland, Henry, once

Welcome to France, thy father's royal seat!
Here hast thou a country void of fears ;
A warlike people to maintain thy right;
A watchful senate for ordaining laws;
A loving mother to preserve thy state;
And all things that a king may wish besides:
All this, and more, hath Henry with his crown.

CARD. And long may Henry enjoy all this, and


ALL. Vive le Roi, Vive le Roi.

[A flourish of Trumpets. King. Thanks to you all. The guider of all

crowns, Grant that our deeds may well deserve

your loves; And so they shall, if fortune speed my will, And yield our thoughts to height of my deserts. What say our minions? Think they Henry's heart Will not both harbour love and majesty? Put off that fear, they are already join'd ;

No person, place, or time, or circumstance,
Shall slack my love's affection from his bent;
As now you are, so shall you still persist;
Removeless from the favours of your king.
Muge. We know that noble minds change not

their thoughts,
For wearing of a crown, in that your grace
Hath worn the Poland diadem before
You were invested with the crown of France.

King. I tell thee, Mugeron, we will be friends,
And fellows too, whatever storms arise.
Muge. Then may it please your majesty to give

me leave. To punish those that do profane this holy feast. KING. How mean'st thou that? (Mugeron cuts off the Cutpurse's ear, for cutting

the gold buttons off his cloak. CUTp. Oh, Lord, mine ear! Muge. Come, sir, give me my buttons, and here's

your ear. Guise. Sirrah, take him away.

King. Hands off, good fellow, I will be his bail For this offence. Go, sirrah, work no more Till this our coronation day be past. And now, our rites of coronation done, What now remains but for awhile to feast, And spend some days in barriers, tournay, tilt, And like disports, such as do fit the court? Let's go my lords, our dinner stays for us.

(Eseunt all but the Queen Mother and Curdinal.

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 Mard.
Ducu. 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


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.

[Exit 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

I pr’ythee 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 seeAre 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 ?
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 ! 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-

[Erit Duchess.
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 (Exit.
Enter NAVARRE, Pleshe, and Bartus, and their

Train, with drums and trumpets. Nav. Now lords, since in a quarrel 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.

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