 | The Duke of Guise |  |
SCENE III.
Council-Hall.Guise.
I do not like my self to day.
Archb.
—A Qualm, he dares not.
Card.
—That's one Man's thought, he dares, and that's anothers.
Enter Grillon.
Guise.
O Marmoutier, Ha never see thee more,
Peace my tumultuous heart, why jolt my spirits
In this unequal Circling of my Blood,
I'le stand it while I may, O Mighty Nature!
VVhy this Alarm, why dost thou call me on
To fight, yet rob my Limbs of all their use.
[Swoons.
Card.
Ha! He's fall'n, chase him: He comes agen.
Guise.
I beg your Pardons, Vapours no more.
Grill.
Th'Effect
Of last Nights Lechery with some working VVhore.
Enter Revol.
Revol.
My Lord of Guise, the King would speak with you.
Guise.
O Cardinal, O Lyons, but no more,
Yes, one word more, thou hast a Priviledge
[To the Cardinal.
To speak with a Recluse, O therefore tell her,
If never thou behold'st me breathe again,
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[Exit bowing.
Card.
You will have all things your own way, my Lord,
By Heav'n, I have strange horror on my Soul.
Archb.
I say agen, that Henry dares not do't.
Card.
Beware your Grace of Minds that bear like him,
I know he scorns to stoop to mean Revenge;
But when some mightier Mischief shocks his Toure,
He shoots at once with thunder on his wings,
And makes it Air, but hark, my Lord, 'tis doing.
Guise
within.]
Murderers, Villains!
Archb.
I hear your Brother's voice, run to the door.
Card.
Help, help, the Guise is murder'd.
Archb.
Help, help.
Grill.
Cease your vain Cryes, you are the King's Prisoners,
Take 'em Dugast into your Custody.
Card.
We must obey, my Lord, for Heaven calls us.
[Exeunt.
The Scene draws behind it a Traverse.
The Guise is assaulted by Eight, They stab him in all parts, but most in the head.
Guise.
O Villains! Hell hounds! Hold:
[Half draws, his Sword, is held.
Murder'd, O basely, and not draw my Sword,
Dog, Logniac, but my own blood choaks me,
[Flings himself upon him—Dies.
Down, Villain, Down, I'm gone, O Marmoutier.
The Traverse is drawn.
The King rises from his Chair, comes forward with his Cabinet Council.
King.
Open the Closet, and let in the Council;
Bid Dugast execute the Cardinal,
Seize all the Factious Leaders, as I order'd,
And every one be answer'd on your Lives.
Enter Queen Mother, followed by the Counsellors.
O, Madam, you are welcome, how goes your health?
Queenm.
A little mended, Sir, what have you done?
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That which has made me King of France, for there
The King of Paris at your Feet lies dead.
Queenm.
You have cut out dangerous work, but make it up
With speed and resolution.
King.
Yes, I'le wear
The Fox no longer, but put on the Lyon;
And since I could resolve to take the Heads
Of this great Insurrection, you the Members
Look to't, Beware, turn from your stubbornness,
And learn to know me, for I will be King.
Grill.
'Sdeath, how the Traytors lowre and quake, and droop,
And gather to the wing of his protection,
As if they were his Friends, and fought his Cause.
King
, looking upon Guise.
Be witness, Heaven, I gave him treble warning,
He's gone, no more disperse, and think upon't,
Beware my Sword, which if I once unsheath,
By all the Reverence due to Thrones and Crowns,
Nought shall atone the Vows of speedy Justice,
Till Fate to Ruine every Traytor brings,
That dares the Vengeance of indulgent Kings.
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