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GUISE knocks without. GUISE. Holloa, varlet, hey! Epernoune, where's
the king ? EPER. Mounted his royal cabinet. Guise. I pr’ythee tell him that the Guise is
here. EPER. An't please your grace, the duke of Guise
doth crave Access unto your highness.
King. Let him come in.Come Guise, and see thy trait'rous guile outreach'd, And perish in the pit thou mad'st for me. [Aside.
GUISE. J heard your majesty was scarcely pleas'd,
displeas'd ; And you, good cousin, to imagine it. 'Twere hard with me, if I should doubt my kin, Or be suspicious of my dearest friends.
1 am resolute, Whatever any whisper in mine ears, Not to suspect disloyalty in thee; And so, sweet coz, farewell.
[Ereunt King and Epernoune. GUISE. So !
Now sues the king for favour to the Guise,
Enter one of the MURDERERS.
MURD. O pardon me, my lord of Guise.
to murder you.
Murd. Aye, my lord; the rest have ta’en their standings in the next room; therefore, good my lord, go not forth.
Guise. Yet Cæsar shall go forth. Let mean conceits, and baser men fear death : Tut, they are peasants; I am duke of Guise ; And princes with their looks engender fear. 2 MURD. [Without.] Stand close; he's coming;
I know him by his voice. Guise. As pale as ashes ! nay, then 'tis time to look about.
(Murderers enter. ALL. Down with him! Down with him!
[They stab him.
GUISE. Oh! I've my death-wound ! give me leave
to speak ! 2 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. Ob! that I have not power to stay my life, Nor immortality to be reveng'd ! To die by peasants, what a grief is this ! Ah! Sextus, be reveng'd upon the king ! Philip and Parma, I am slain for you! Pope, excommunicate Philip, depose The wicked branch of curst Valois's line. Vire la messe ! perish Hugonots! Thus Cæsar did go forth, and thus he dies. [Dies.
Enter the Captain of the GUARD. Cap. What, have you
done? Then stay awhile, and I'll go call the king; But see where he comes.
Enter King and EPERNOUNE. My lord, see where the Guise is slain.
King. Ah! this sweet sight is physic to my soul; Go, fetch his son for to behold his death. Surcharg'd with guilt of thousand massacres, Monsieur of Lorraine, sink away to hell, In just remembrance of those bloody broils, To which thou didst allure me being alive. And here, in presence of you all, I swear I ne'er was king of France until this hour. This is the traitor that hath spent my gold,
In making foreign wars, and cruel broils.
Enter Guise's Son.
KING. Sirrah, 'twas I that slew him, and will slay Thee too, an thou prove such a traitor. Boy. Art thou king, and hast done this bloody
deed ? I'll be reveng'd. (He offers to throw his dagger.
King. Away to prison with him! I'll clip his wings Or ere he pass my hands. Away with him.
[The Attendants bear off the Boy. But what availeth that this traitor's dead, When duke Dumaine, his brother, is alive,
And that young cardinal that's grown so proud ?
[To the Captain of the Guard. Get you away, and strangle the cardinal.
[To the Murderers. [Eseunt Captain of the Guard, and Murderers. These two will make one entire duke of Guise; Especially with our old mother's help.
EPER. My lord, see where she comes, As if she droop'd to hear the news. Enter the Queen Mother and ATTENDANTS.
King. And let her droop; my heart is light enough. Mother, how like you this device of mine? I slew the Guise, because I would be king.
Q. Mo. King! why so thou wert before ; Pray God thou be a king now this is done!
King. Nay, he was king, and countermanded me; But now I will be king, and rule myself, And make the Guisians stoop that are alive. Q. Mo. I cannot speak for grief. When thou
wast born, I would that I had murder'd thee, my son! My son !-- Thou art a changeling, not my son ! I curse thee, and exclaim thee miscreant, Traitor to God, and to the realm of France. KING. Cry out, exclaim, howl till thy throat be
hoarse ! The Guise is slain, and I rejoice therefore. And now will I to arms. Come, Epernoune,