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In Christendom should bear me such derision,
from the court to meet with him. [Erit. King. I like not this; come, Epernoune, let's go seek the duke, and make them friends. [Ereunt.
SCENE VI. Alarums, and a cry within—“The Duke Joyeur is slain.”
Enter NAvARRE and his train. Nav. The duke is slain, and all his power dispers'd, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. Thus God we see doth ever guide the right, To make his glory great upon the earth. BAR. The terror of this happy victory, I hope will make the king surcease his hate; And either never manage army more, Or else employ them in some better cause. Nav. How many noble men have lost their lives, In prosecution of these cruel arms, Is ruth and almost death to call to mind. But God we know will always put them down, That lift themselves against the perfect truth, Which I'll maintain as long as life doth last; And with the Queen of England join my force To beat the papal monarch from our lands, And keep those relics from our countries' coasts. Come, my lords, now that the storm is overpast, Let us away with triumph to our tents. [Ereunt. Enter a Sol DIER. SoL. Sir, to you, sir, that dare make the duke a cuckold, and use a counterfeit key to his privychamber door. And although you take out nothing but your own, yet you put in that which displeaseth him; and so forestall his market, and set up your standing where you should not. And whereas he is your landlord, you would take upon you to be his; and till the ground that he himself should occupy, which is his own free land. If it be not too free— there's the question. And though I come not to take possession, (as I would I might) yet I mean to keep you out; which I will, if this gear hold.— Enter MUGERON. What! are ye come so soon? have at ye, sir. [Shoots at Mugeron and kills him. Enter GUIs E and ATTEN DANTs. GUIs E. Hold thee, tall soldier, take thou this, and fly.— [Exit Soldier. Lie there, the king's delight, and Guise's scorn; Revenge it, Henry, as thou list'st or dar'st, I did it only in despite of thee. [The attendants bear off Mugeron's body. Enter the KING and EPER No UNE. KING. My lord of Guise, we understand that you Have gathered a power of men; What your intent is yet we cannot learn, But we presume it is not for our good. Guise. Why, I'm no traitor to the crown of France; What I have done 'tis for the Gospel's sake. EPER. Nay, for the Pope's sake, and thine own benefit. What peer in France but thou, aspiring Guise, Durst be in arms without the king's consent 2 I challenge thee for treason in the cause.
Guise. Oh I base Epernoune, were not his highness here, Thou should'st perceive the duke of Guise is mov’d. KING. Be patient, Guise, and threatnot Epernoune Lest thou perceive the king of France be mov’d. Guise. Why, I am a prince of the Valois's line, Therefore an enemy to the Bourbonites. I am a juror in the holy league, And therefore hated of the Protestants. What should I do but stand upon my guard? And being able, I'll keep an host in pay. EPER. Thou able to maintain an host in pay, That livest by foreign exhibition 1 The Pope and king of Spain are thy good friends, Else all France knows how poor a duke thou art. KING. Aye, those are they that feed him with their gold, To countermand our will, and check our friends. GUIs E. My lord, to speak more plainly, thus it is.Being animated by religious zeal, I mean to muster all the power I can, To overthrow those factious puritans. And know, my lord the Pope will sell his triplecrown; Aye, and the catholic Philip, king of Spain, Ere I shall want, will cause his Indians To rip the golden bowels of America. Navarre, that cloaks them underneath his wings, Shall feel the house of Lorraine is his foe. Your highness need not fear mine army's force, 'Tis for your safety, and your enemies' wreck.
KING. Guise, wear our crown, and be thou king of France,
And, as dictator, make or war, or peace,
GUIs E. The choice is hard, I must dissemble.
My lord, in token of my true humility;
KING. Then farewell, Guise, the king and thou
are friends. [Erit Guise. EPER. But trust him not, my lord, for had your highness
Seen with what a pomp he enter'd Paris,