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When she, the king, and grisly d’Alva met.
Methinks, I see her listening now before me,
Marking the very motion of his beard,
His opening nostrils, and his dropping lids.
I hear him croak too to the gaping council,-
Fish for the great fish, take no care for frogs,
Cut off the poppy-heads, sir ;-madam, charm
The winds but fast, the billows will be still*.
May. But, sir, how comes it you should be thus

warn, Still pushing counsels when among your friends; Yet, at the court, cautious, and cold as age,

In the year 1565, an interview took place at Bayonne between Catharine of Medicis, her son Charles IX., and the Queen of Spain, attended by the famous Duke of Alva, and the Count of Benevento. Many political discussions took place; and the opinion of Alva, as expressed in the text, is almost literally versified from Davila's account of the conference. « Il Duca D'Aloa, uomo di veemente natura risolutamente dicera, che per distruggere la novità della fede, e le sollevazioni di stato, bisognava levare le teste de' papaveri, pescare i pesci grossi e non si curare di prendere le ranocchie : erano questi i concetti proferiti da lui ; perchè cessati i venti, l'onde della plebe facilmente si surebbono da se stesse composte e acquietate: aggiugneva, che un prencipe non può far cosa più vituperosa più dannosa a se stesso, quanto il permettere al popolo il vivere secondo la loro coscienza, ponendo tanta varietà di religioni in uno stato, quanto sono i capricci degli huomini e le fantasie delle persone inquiete, aprendo la porta alla discordia e alla confusione : e dimostrara con lunga commemorazione di segnalati esempi, che la diversità della fede avera sempre messo l'arme in mano ai sudditi, e sempre sollevate atroci perfidie e funeste rebellioni contra i superiori : onde conchiudeva nel fine, che siccome le controversie della fede avevan sempre servito di pretesto e di argumento alle sollevazioni de' mal contenti, così era necessario rimoTere u primo tratto questa coperta, e poi con severi rimedj, e senza riguardo di ferro, di fuoco, purgare le radici di quel male, il quale colla dolcezza e con la sofferenza perniciosamente germoglia ando si dilatava sempre, e si accresceva.--Delle Guerre Civili di Francia, lib. iii.

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Your voice, your eyes, your mien so different,
You seem to me two men ?

Gui. The reason's plain.
Hot with my friends, because, the question given,
I start the judgment right, where others drag.
This is the effect of equal elements,
And atoms justly poised; nor should you wonder
More at the strength of body than of mind;
"Tis equally the same to see me plunge
Headlong into the Seine, all over armed,
And plow against the torrent to my point,
As 'twas to hear my judgment on the Germans.
This to another man would be a brag;
Or at the court among my enemies,
To be, as I am here, quite off my guard,
Would make me such another thing as Grillon,
A blunt, hot, honest, downright, valiant fool.

May. Yet this you must allow a failure in you,-You love his niece ; and to a politician All passion's bane, but love directly death. Gui. False, false, my Mayenne; thou'rt but half

Guise again. Were she not such a wondrous composition, A soul, so flushed as mine is with ambition, Sagacious and so nice, must have disdained her : But she was made when nature was in humour, As if a Grillon got her on the queen, Where all the honest atoms fought their way, Took a full tincture of the mother's wit, But left the dregs of wickedness behind.

May. Have you not told her what we have in hand? Gui. My utmost aimn has been to hide it from her, But there I'm short; by the long chain of causes She has scanned it, just as if she were my soul; And though I flew about with circumstances, Denials, oaths, improbabilities;

shut there I'm shost alin has beenhat we have in lin.

Yet, through the histories of our lives, she looked, She saw, she overcame.

May. Why then, we're all undone. Gui. Again you err. Chaste as she is, she would as soon give up Her honour, as betray me to the king: I tell thee, she's the character of heaven; Such an habitual over-womanly goodness, She dazzles, walks mere angel upon earth. But see, she comes; call the cardinal Guise, While Malicorn attends for some dispatches, Before I take my farewell of the court. [Exit May.

Mar. Ah Guise, you are undone !
Gui. How, madam ?

Asar. Lost,
Beyond the possibility of hope:
Despair, and die.

Gui. You menace deeply, madam :
And should this come from any mouth but yours,
My smile should answer how the ruin touched me.

Mar. Why do you leave the court?
Gui. The court leaves me.

Mar. Were there no more, but weariness of state,
Or could you, like great Scipio, retire,
Call Rome ungrateful, and sit down with that;
Such inward gallantry would gain you more
Than all the sullied conquests you can boast :
But oh, you want that Roman mastery ;
You have too much of the tumultuous times,
And I must mourn the fate of your ambition.

Gui. Because the king disdains my services, Must I not let him know I dare be gone? What, when I feel his council on my neck, Shall I not cast them backward if I can,

And at his feet make known their villainy?

Mar. No, Guise, not at his feet, but on his head; For there you strike.

Gui. Madam, you wrong me now:
For still, whate'er shall come in fortune's whirl,
His person must be safe.

Mar. I cannot think it.
However, your last words confess too muchis
Confess! what need I urge that evidence,
When every hour I see you court the crowd,
When with the shouts of the rebellious rabble,
I see you borne on shoulders to cabals;
Where, with the traiterous Council of Sixteen,
You sit, and plot the royal Henry's death;
Cloud the majestic name with fumes of wine,
Infamous scrolls, and treasonable verse ;
While, on the other side, the name of Guise,
By the whole kennel of the slaves, is rung.
Pamphleteers, ballad-mongers sing your ruin,
While all the vermin of the vile Parisians
Toss up their greasy caps where'er you pass,
And hurl your dirty glories in your face.

Gui. Can I help this?

Mar. By heaven, I'd earth myself,
Rather than live to act such black ambition :
But, sir, you seek it with your smiles and bows,
This side and that side congeing to the crowd.
You have your writers too, that cant your battles,
That stile you, the new David, second Moses,
Prop of the church, deliverer of the people.
Thus from the city, as from the heart, they spread
Through all the provinces, alarm the countries,
Where they run forth in heaps, bellowing your won-

Then cry;—The king, the king's a Hugonot,
And, spite of us, will have Navarre succeed,
Spite of the laws, and spite of our religion:


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But we will pull them down, down with them, down*.

[Kneels. Gui. Ha, madam! Why this posture ?

Mar. Hear me, sir;
For, if 'tis possible, my lord, I'll move you.
Look back, return, implore the royal mercy,
Ere 'tis too late; I beg you by these tears,
These sighs, and by the ambitious love you bear me;
By all the wounds of your poor groaning country,
That bleeds to death. O seek the best of kings,
Kneel, fling your stubborn body at his feet:
Your pardon shall be signed, your country saved,
Virgins and matrons all shall sing your fame,
And every babe shall bless the Guise's name.

Gui. O rise, thou image of the deity!
You shall prevail, I will do any thing :
You've broke the very gall of my ambition,
And all my powers now float in peace again. -
Be satisfied that I will see the king,
Kneel to him, ere I journey to Champaigne,
And beg a kind farewell.

Mar. No, no, my lord;
I see through that; you but withdraw a while,
To muster all the forces that you can,
And then rejoin the Council of Sixteen.
You must not go.

Gui. All the heads of the League
Espect me, and I have engaged my honour.

* The popular arts of the Duke of Monmouth are here alluded to, which his fine person and courteous manners rendered so eminently, and for himself so unfortunately, successful. The lady, in whose mouth these remonstrances are placed, may be supposed to be the duchess, by whose prayers and tears he was more than once induced to suspend his career.

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