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_ Dismissed with such contempt?

_Gril. _ Yes, 'faith, we past like beaten Romans underneath the fork.

_King. _ Give me my arms.

_Gril. _ For what?

_King. _ I'll lead you on.

_Gril. _ You are a true lion, but my men are sheep;
If you run first, I'll swear they'll follow you.

_King. _ What, all turned cowards? not a man in France
Dares set his foot by mine, and perish by me?

_Gril. _ Troth, I can't find them much inclined to perishing.

_King. _ What can be left in danger, but to dare?
No matter for my arms, I'll go barefaced,
And seize the first bold rebel that I meet.

_Abb. _ There's something of divinity in kings,
That sits between their eyes, and guards their life.

_Gril. _ True, Abbot; but the mischief is, you churchmen
Can see that something further than the crowd;
These musket bullets have not read much logic,
Nor are they given to make your nice distinctions:
[_One enters, and gives the
Queen a Note, she reads--_
One of them possibly may hit the king
In some one part of him that's not divine;
And so that mortal part of his majesty would draw
the divinity of it into another world, sweet Abbot.

_Qu. M. _ 'Tis equal madness to go out or stay;
The reverence due to kings is all transferred
To haughty Guise; and when new gods are made,
The old must quit the temple; you must fly.

_King. _ Death! had I wings, yet would I scorn to fly.

_Gril. _ Wings, or no wings, is not the question:
If you won't fly for't, you must ride for't,
And that comes much to one.

_King. _ Forsake my regal town!

_Qu. M. _ Forsake a bedlam;
This note informs me fifteen thousand men
Are marching to inclose the Louvre round.

_Abb. _ The business then admits no more dispute,
You, madam, must be pleased to find the Guise;
Seem easy, fearful, yielding, what you will;
But still prolong the treaty all you can,
To gain the king more time for his escape.

_Qu. M. _ I'll undertake it. --Nay, no thanks, my son.
My blessing shall be given in your deliverance;
That once performed, their web is all unravelled,
And Guise is to begin his work again. [_Exit Q. M. _

_King. _ I go this minute.

_Enter_ MARMOUTIERE.

Nay, then another minute must be given. --
O how I blush, that thou shouldst see thy king
Do this low act, that lessens all his fame:
Death, must a rebel force me from my love!
If it must be--

_Mar. _ It must not, cannot be.

_Gril. _ No, nor shall not, wench, as long as my soul wears a body.

_King. _ Secure in that, I'll trust thee;--shall I trust thee?
For conquerors have charms, and women frailty:--
Farewell thou mayst behold me king again;
My soul's not yet deposed:--why then farewell! --
I'll say't as comfortably as I can:
But O cursed Guise, for pressing on my time,
And cutting off ten thousand more adieus!

_Mar. _ The moments that retard your flight are traitors.
Make haste, my royal master, to be safe,
And save me with you, for I'll share your fate.

_King. _ Wilt thou go too?
Then I am reconciled to heaven again:
O welcome, thou good angel of my way,
Thou pledge and omen of my safe return!
Not Greece, nor hostile Juno could destroy
The hero that abandoned burning Troy;
He 'scaped the dangers of the dreadful night,
When, loaded with his gods, he took his flight.
[_Exuent, the King leading her. _


ACT V.

SCENE I. --_The Castle of Blois. _

_Enter_ GRILLON, _and_ ALPHONSO CORSO.

_Gril. _ Welcome, colonel, welcome to Blois.

_Alph. _ Since last we parted at the barricadoes,
The world's turned upside down.

_Gril. _ No, 'faith, 'tis better now, 'tis downside up:
Our part o'the wheel is rising, though but slowly.

_Alph. _ Who looked for an assembly of the States?

_Gril. _ When the king was escaped from Paris, and got out of the
toils, 'twas time for the Guise to take them down, and pitch others:
that is, to treat for the calling of a parliament, where, being sure
of the major part, he might get by law what he had missed by force.

_Alph. _ But why should the king assemble the States, to satisfy the
Guise, after so many affronts?

_Gril. _ For the same reason, that a man in a duel says he has received
satisfaction, when he is first wounded, and afterwards disarmed.

_Alph. _ But why this parliament at Blois, and not at Paris?

_Gril. _ Because no barricadoes have been made at Blois. This Blois is
a very little town, and the king can draw it after him; but Paris is a
damned unwieldy bulk; and when the preachers draw against the king, a
parson in a pulpit is a devilish fore-horse. Besides, I found in that
insurrection what dangerous beasts these townsmen are; I tell you,
colonel, a man had better deal with ten of their wives, than with one
zealous citizen: O your inspired cuckold is most implacable.

_Alph. _ Is there any seeming kindness between the king and the duke of
Guise?

_Gril. _ Yes, most wonderful: they are as dear to one another as an old
usurer, and a rich young heir upon a mortgage. The king is very loyal
to the Guise, and the Guise is very gracious to the king: Then the
cardinal of Guise, and the archbishop of Lyons, are the two pendants
that are always hanging at the royal ear; they ease his majesty of all
the spiritual business, and the Guise of all the temporal; so that the
king is certainly the happiest prince in Christendom, without any care
upon him; so yielding up every thing to his loyal subjects, that he's
infallibly in the way of being the greatest and most glorious king in
all the world.

_Alph. _ Yet I have heard he made a sharp reflecting speech upon their
party at the opening of the parliament, admonished men of their
duties, pardoned what was past, but seemed to threaten vengeance if
they persisted for the future.

_Gril. _ Yes; and then they all took the sacrament together: he
promising to unite himself to them, and they to obey him, according to
the laws; yet the very next morning they went on, in pursuance of
their old commonwealth designs, as violently as ever.

_Alph. _ Now, I am dull enough to think they have broken their oath.

_Gril. _ Ay, but you are but one private man, and they are the three
States; and if they vote that they have not broken their oaths, who is
to be judge?

_Alph. _ There's one above.

_Gril. _ I hope you mean in heaven; or else you are a bolder man than I
am in parliament time[18]; but here comes the master and my niece.

_Alph. _ Heaven preserve him! if a man may pray for him without
treason.

_Gril. _ O yes, you may pray for him; the preachers of the Guise's side
do that most formally; nay, you may be suffered civilly to drink his
health; be of the court, and keep a place of profit under him: for, in
short, 'tis a judged case of conscience, to make your best of the
king, and to side against him.

_Enter_ KING _and_ MARMOUTIERE.

_King. _ Grillon, be near me,
There's something for my service to be done,
Your orders will be sudden; now, withdraw.

_Gril. _ [_Aside. _] Well, I dare trust my niece, even though she comes
of my own family; but if she cuckolds my good opinion of her honesty,
there's a whole sex fallen under a general rule, without one
exception. [_Exeunt_ GRIL. _and_ ALPH.

_Mar. _ You bid my uncle wait you.

_King. _ Yes.

_Mar. _ This hour?

_King. _ I think it was.

_Mar. _ Something of moment hangs upon this hour.

_King. _ Not more on this, than on the next, and next.
My time is all ta'en up on usury;
I never am beforehand with my hours,
But every one has work before it comes.

_Mar. _ "There's something for my service to be done;"--
Those were your words.

_King. _ And you desire their meaning?

_Mar. _ I dare not ask, and yet, perhaps, may guess.

_King. _ 'Tis searching there where heaven can only pry,
Not man, who knows not man but by surmise;
Nor devils, nor angels of a purer mould,
Can trace the winding labyrinths of thought.
I tell thee, Marmoutiere, I never speak,
Not when alone, for fear some fiend should hear,
And blab my secrets out.

_Mar. _ You hate the Guise.

_King. _ True, I did hate him.

_Mar. _ And you hate him still.

_King. _ I am reconciled.

_Mar. _ Your spirit is too high,
Great souls forgive not injuries, till time
Has put their enemies into their power,
That they may shew, forgiveness is their own;
For else, 'tis fear to punish, that forgives;
The coward, not the king.

_King. _ He has submitted.

_Mar. _ In show; for in effect he still insults.

_King. _ Well, kings must bear sometimes.

_Mar. _ They must, till they can shake their burden off;
And that's, I think, your aim.

_King. _ Mistaken still:
All favours, all preferments, pass through them;
I'm pliant, and they mould me as they please.

_Mar. _ These are your arts, to make them more secure;
Just so your brother used the admiral.
Brothers may think, and act like brothers too.

_King. _ What said you, ha! what mean you, Marmoutiere?

_Mar. _ Nay, what mean you? that start betrayed you, sir.

_King. _ This is no vigil of St Bartholomew,
Nor is Blois Paris.

_Mar. _ 'Tis an open town.

_King. _ What then?

_Mar. _ Where you are strongest.

_King. _ Well, what then?

_Mar. _ No more; but you have power, and are provoked.

_King. _ O, thou hast set thy foot upon a snake!
Get quickly off, or it will sting thee dead.

_Mar. _ Can I unknow it?

_King. _ No, but keep it secret.

_Mar. _ Think, sir, your thoughts are still as much your own,
As when you kept the key of your own breast;
But since you let me in, I find it filled
With death and horror: you would murder Guise.

_King. _ Murder! what, murder! use a softer word,
And call it sovereign justice.

_Mar. _ Would I could!
But justice bears the godlike shape of law,
And law requires defence, and equal plea
Betwixt the offender, and the righteous judge.

_King.
_ Yes, when the offender can be judged by laws:
But when his greatness overturns the scales,
Then kings are justice in the last appeal,
And, forced by strong necessity, may strike;
In which, indeed, they assert the public good,
And, like sworn surgeons, lop the gangrened limb:
Unpleasant, wholesome, work.

_Mar. _ If this be needful.

_King. _ Ha! didst not thou thyself, in fathoming
The depth of my designs, drop there the plummet?
Didst thou not say--Affronts so great, so public,
I never could forgive?

_Mar. _ I did; but yet--

_King. _ What means, _but yet? _ 'tis evidence so full,
If the last trumpet sounded in my ears,
Undaunted I should meet the saints half way,
And in the face of heaven maintain the fact.

_Mar. _ Maintain it then to heaven, but not to me.
Do you love me?

_King. _ Can you doubt it?

_Mar. _ Yes, I can doubt it, if you can deny;
Love begs once more this great offender's life.
Can you forgive the man you justly hate,
That hazards both your life and crown to spare him?
One, whom you may suspect I more than pity,--
For I would have you see, that what I ask,
I know, is wondrous difficult to grant,--
Can you be thus extravagantly good?

_King. _ What then? for I begin to fear my firmness,
And doubt the soft destruction of your tongue.

_Mar. _ Then, in return, I swear to heaven and you,
To give you all the preference of my soul;
No rebel rival to disturb you there;
Let him but live, that he may be my convert!
[_King walks awhile, then wipes
his eyes, and speaks. _

_King. _ You've conquered; all that's past shall be forgiven.
My lavish love has made a lavish grant;
But know, this act of grace shall be my last.
Let him repent, yes, let him well repent;
Let him desist, and tempt revenge no further:
For, by yon heaven, that's conscious of his crimes,
I will no more by mercy be betrayed.

_Deputies appearing at the Door. _

The deputies are entering; you must leave me.
Thus, tyrant business all my hours usurps,
And makes me live for others.

_Mar. _ Now heaven reward you with a prosperous reign,
And grant, you never may be good in vain! [_Exit. _

_Enter Deputies of the Three States: Cardinal of_ GUISE, _and
Archbishop of_ LYONS, _at the head of them. _

_King. _ Well, my good lords, what matters of importance
Employed the States this morning?

_Arch. _ One high point
Was warmly canvassed in the Commons House,
And will be soon resolved.

_King. _ What was't?

_Card. _ Succession.

_King. _ That's one high point indeed, but not to be
So warmly canvassed, or so soon resolved.

_Card. _ Things necessary must sometimes be sudden.

_King. _ No sudden danger threatens you, my lord.

_Arch. _ What may be sudden, must be counted so.
We hope and wish your life; but yours and ours
Are in the hand of heaven.

_King. _ My lord, they are;
Yet, in a natural way, I may live long,
If heaven, and you my loyal subjects, please.

_Arch. _ But since good princes, like your majesty,
Take care of dangers merely possible,
Which may concern their subjects, whose they are,
And for whom kings are made--

_King. _ Yes; we for them,
And they for us; the benefits are mutual,
And so the ties are too.

_Card. _ To cut things short,
The Commons will decree, to exclude Navarre
From the succession of the realm of France.

_King. _ Decree, my lord! What! one estate decree?
Where then are the other two, and what am I?
The government is cast up somewhat short,
The clergy and nobility cashiered,
Five hundred popular figures on a row,
And I myself, that am, or should be, king,
An o'ergrown cypher set before the sum:
What reasons urge our sovereigns for the exclusion?

_Arch. _ He stands suspected, sir, of heresy.

_King. _ Has he been called to make his just defence?

_Card. _ That needs not, for 'tis known.

_King. _ To whom?

_Card. _ The Commons.

_King. _ What is't those gods, the Commons, do not know?
But heresy, you churchmen teach us vulgar,
Supposes obstinate, and stiff persisting
In errors proved, long admonitions made,
And all rejected: Has this course been used?

_Arch. _ We grant it has not; but--

_King. _ Nay, give me leave,--
I urge, from your own grant, it has not been.
If then, in process of a petty sum,
Both parties having not been fully heard,
No sentence can be given;
Much less in the succession of a crown,
Which, after my decease, by right inherent,
Devolves upon my brother of Navarre.

_Card. _ The right of souls is still to be preferred;
Religion must not suffer for a claim.

_King. _ If kings may be excluded, or deposed,
Whene'er you cry religion to the crowd;
That doctrine makes rebellion orthodox,
And subjects must be traitors, to be saved.

_Arch. _ Then heresy's entailed upon the throne.

_King. _ You would entail confusion, wars, and slaughters:
Those ills are certain; what you name, contingent.
I know my brother's nature; 'tis sincere,
Above deceit, no crookedness of thought;
Says what he means, and what he says performs;
Brave, but not rash; successful, but not proud;
So much acknowledging, that he's uneasy,
Till every petty service be o'erpaid.

_Arch. _ Some say, revengeful.

_King. _ Some then libel him;
But that's what both of us have learned to bear.
He can forgive, but you disdain forgiveness.
Your chiefs are they no libel must profane;
Honour's a sacred thing in all but kings;
But when your rhymes assassinate our fame,
You hug your nauseous, blundering ballad-wits,
And pay them, as if nonsense were a merit,
If it can mean but treason.

_Arch. _ Sir, we have many arguments to urge--

_King. _ And I have more to answer: Let them know,
My royal brother of Navarre shall stand
Secure by right, by merit, and my love.
God, and good men, will never fail his cause,
And all the bad shall be constrained by laws.

_Arch. _ Since gentle means to exclude Navarre are vain,
To-morrow, in the States, 'twill be proposed,
To make the duke of Guise lieutenant-general;
Which power, most graciously confirmed by you,
Will stop this headlong torrent of succession,
That bears religion, laws, and all before it.
In hope you'll not oppose what must be done,
We wish you, sir, a long and prosperous reign.
[_Exeunt all but the King. _

_King. _ To-morrow Guise is made lieutenant-general;--
Why, then, to-morrow I no more am king.
'Tis time to push my slackened vengeance home,
To be a king, or not to be at all.
The vow that manacled my rage is loosed;
Even heaven is wearied with repeated crimes,
Till lightning flashes round, to guard the throne,
And the curbed thunder grumbles to be gone.

_Enter_ GRILLON _to him. _

_Gril. _ 'Tis just the appointed hour you bid me wait.

_King. _ So just, as if thou wert inspired to come;
As if the guardian-angel of my throne,
Who had o'erslept himself so many years,
Just now was roused, and brought thee to my rescue.

_Gril. _ I hear the Guise will be lieutenant-general.

_King. _ And canst thou suffer it?

_Gril. _ Nay, if you will suffer it, then well may I. If kings will be
so civil to their subjects, to give up all things tamely, they first
turn rebels to themselves, and that's a fair example for their
friends. 'Slife, sir, 'tis a dangerous matter to be loyal on the wrong
side, to serve my prince in spite of him; if you'll be a royalist
yourself, there are millions of honest men will fight for you; but if
you will not, there are few will hang for you.

_King. _ No more: I am resolved.
The course of things can be with-held no longer
From breaking forth to their appointed end:
My vengeance, ripened in the womb of time,
Presses for birth, and longs to be disclosed.
Grillon, the Guise is doomed to sudden death:
The sword must end him:--has not thine an edge?

_Gril. _ Yes, and a point too; I'll challenge him.

_King. _ I bid thee kill him. [_Walking. _

_Gril. _ So I mean to do.

_King. _ Without thy hazard.

_Gril. _ Now I understand you; I should murder him:
I am your soldier, sir, but not your hangman.

_King. _ Dost thou not hate him?

_Gril. _ Yes.

_King. _ Hast thou not said,
That he deserves it?

_Gril. _ Yes; but how have I
Deserved to do a murder?

_King. _ 'Tis no murder;
'Tis sovereign justice, urged from self-defence.

_Gril. _ 'Tis all confest, and yet I dare not do't.

_King. _ Go; thou art a coward.

_Gril. _ You are my king.

_King. _ Thou say'st, thou dar'st not kill him.

_Gril. _ Were I a coward, I had been a villain,
And then I durst have done't.

_King. _ Thou hast done worse, in thy long course of arms.
Hast thou ne'er killed a man?

_Gril. _ Yes, when a man would have killed me.

_King. _ Hast thou not plundered from the helpless poor?
Snatched from the sweating labourer his food?

_Gril. _ Sir, I have eaten and drank in my own defence, when I was
hungry and thirsty; I have plundered, when you have not paid me; I
have been content with a farmer's daughter, when a better whore was
not to be had. As for cutting off a traitor, I'll execute him lawfully
in my own function, when I meet him in the field; but for your
chamber-practice, that's not my talent.

_King. _ Is my revenge unjust, or tyrannous?
Heaven knows I love not blood.

_Gril. _ No, for your mercy is your only vice. You may dispatch a rebel
lawfully, but the mischief is, that rebel has given me my life at the
barricadoes, and, till I have returned his bribe, I am not upon even
terms with him.

_King. _ Give me thy hand; I love thee not the worse:
Make much of honour, 'tis a soldier's conscience.
Thou shalt not do this act; thou art even too good;
But keep my secret, for that's conscience too.

_Gril. _ When I disclose it, think I am a coward.

_King. _ No more of that, I know thou art not one.
Call Lognac hither straight, and St Malin;
Bid Larchant find some unsuspected means,
To keep guards doubled at the council-door,
That none pass in or out, but those I call:
The rest I'll think on further; so farewell.

_Gril. _ Heaven bless your majesty! Though I'll not kill him for you,
I'll defend you when he's killed: For the honest part of the job let
me alone[19]. [_Exeunt severally. _


SCENE II. --SCENE _opens, and discovers Men and Women at a Banquet,_
MALICORN _standing by. _

_Mal. _ This is the solemn annual feast I keep,
As this day twelve year, on this very hour,
I signed the contract for my soul with hell.
I bartered it for honours, wealth, and pleasure,
Three things which mortal men do covet most;
And 'faith, I over-sold it to the fiend:
What, one-and-twenty years, nine yet to come!
How can a soul be worth so much to devils?
O how I hug myself, to out-wit these fools of hell!
And yet a sudden damp, I know not why,
Has seized my spirits, and, like a heavy weight,
Hangs on their active springs. I want a song
To rouse me; my blood freezes. --Music there.

A SONG BETWIXT A SHEPHERD AND SHEPHERDESS.

Shepherdess.

_Tell me, Thyrsis, tell your anguish,
Why you sigh, and why you languish;
When the nymph whom you adore,
Grants the blessing
Of possessing,
What can love and I do more?