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Guise. Oh! base Epernoune, were not his high
ness here, Thou should'st perceive the duke of Guise is mov'd.
King. Be patient, Guise, and threat not 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, l'll keep an host in pay.
Eper. Thou able to maintain an host in pay, That livest by foreign exhibition ! 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.
Guise. 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 triple crown; 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
(Aside. My lord, in token of my true humility; And simple meaning to your majesty, I kiss your grace's hand, and take my leave, Intending to dislodge my camp with speed. King. Then farewell, Guise, the king and thou are friends.
[Exit Guise. Eper. But trust him not, my lord, for had your
King. Did they of Paris entertain him so ?
Enter an ATTENDANT.
My head shall be my council; they are false ;
Eper. My lord, I think, for safety of your person,
King. First let us set our hand and seal to this, And then I'll tell thee what I mean to do. (Writes. So, convey this to the council presently.
[Exit Attendant. And, Epernoune, though I seem mild and calm, Think not but I am tragical within. I'll secretly convey me unto Blois ; For now that Paris takes the Guise's part, Here is not staying for the king of France, Unless he means to be betray'd and die ; But, as I live, so sure the Guise shall die. [Exeunt.
ACT THE THIRD.
Enter NAVARRE, reading a letter, and BARTUS.
Nav. My lord, I am advertised from France,
Nav. Bartus, it shall be so ; post then to France, And there salute his highness in our name; Assure him all the aid we can provide, Against the Guisians and their complices. Bartus, begone; comniend me to his grace, And tell him, ere't be long, I'll visit him. BAR. I will, my lord.
[Erit. Enter PLESHE. Nav. Pleshe. PLESHE. My lord.
Nav. Pleshe, go muster up our men with speed, And let them march away to France amain, For we must aid the king against the Guise. Begone, I say, 'tis time that we were there. PLESHE. I go, my lord.
[Erit. Nav. That wicked Guise, I fear me much, will be The ruin of that famous realm of France; For his aspiring thoughts aim at the crown, He takes his vantage on religion, To plant the Pope and popelings in the realm, And bind it wholly to the see of Rome: But if that God do prosper mine attempts, And send us safely to arrive in France, We'll beat him back, and drive him to his death, That basely seeks the ruin of his realm. [Exit.
Hating the life and honour of the Guise?
1 Murd. Fear him, said you? tush! were he here, we would kill him presently. 2 MURD. Oh, that his heart were leaping in my
hand! 1 Murd. But when will he come, that we may
murther him ? CAP. Well then, I see you are resolute. 1 MURD. Let us alone, I warrant you.
CAP. Then, sirs, take your standings within this chamber; for anon the Guise will come.
All three MURDERERS. You'll give us our money? Cap. Aye, aye, fear not; stand close; be resolute.
[Exeunt Murderers. Now falls the star whose influence governs France, Whose light was deadly to the protestants : Now must he fall, and perish in his height.
Enter the King and EPERNOUNE. King. Now, captain of my guard, are these mur.
derers ready? CAP. They be, my good lord.
King. But are they resolute, and arm’d to kill, Hating the life and honour of the Guise ? Cap. I warrant you, my lord.
(Erit. King.Then come, proud Guise, and here disgorge