Mar. Would all those heads were off, so yours were saved! Once more, O Guise, the weeping Marmoutiere Gui. Is't possible That Guise should say, in this he must refuse you! Mar. Go then, my lord. I late received a letter From one at court, who tells me, the king loves me : Read it, there is no more than what you hear. I've jewels offered too,-perhaps may take them; And if you go from Paris, I'll to court. Gui. But, madam, I have often heard you say, You loved not courts. Mar. Perhaps I've changed my mind: Mar. Then I'll to court, nay-to the king. I swear you cannot, shall not,-dare not see him. Gui. Possible! Mar. I'll give you yet a little time to think; But, if I hear you go to take your leave, I'll meet you there; before the throne I'll stand,Nay, you shall see me kneel and kiss his hand. [Exit. Gui. Furies and hell! She does but try me,-Ha! This is the mother-queen, and Espernon, Abbot Delbene, Alphonso Corso too, All packed to plot, and turn me into madness. [Reading the Letter. Enter Cardinal GUISE, Duke of MAYENNE, MALICORN, &c. Ha! can it be! "Madam, the king loves you."-[Reads. But vengeance I will have; to pieces, thus, To pieces with them all. Card. Speak lower. Gui. No; [Tears the Letter. By all the torments of this galling passion, My father's ghost shall hear me up to heaven. ruin. Ha! my good lords, what if the murdering council Upon his sword, you swear the like revenge. May. The Council of Sixteen attend you. Drag, stamp, and grind them, after they are dead. [Exeunt. * Francis II. of France, a prince of delicate health and mean talents, died of an imposthume in the head. ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Queen-Mother, Abbot DELBENE, and POLIN. Pol. True, on my life; And, if the king doubts the discovery, Send me to the Bastile till all be proved. Qu. M. Call colonel Grillon; the king would speak with him. Ab. Was ever age like this? Qu. M. Polin is honest; [Exit POLIN. Beside, the whole proceeding is so like The hair-brained rout, I guessed as much before. Qu. M. Tis in appearance easy, but the effect You know the Italian proverb-Bisogna copriersi*,He, that will venture on a hornet's nest, Should arm his head, and buckler well his breast. Ab. But wherefore seems the king so unresolved? Qu. M. I brought Polin, and made the demonstration; Told him-necessity cried out, to take A resolution to preserve his life, And look on Guise as a reclaimless rebel: But, through the natural sweetness of his temper, Ab. Yet after all, could we but fix him- The business were more firm for this delay; Enter King, and ALPHONSO CORSO. King. Alphonso Corso. Alph. Sir. King. I think thou lovest me. Alph. More than my life. King. That's much; yet I believe thee. When Poltrot had discovered the intentions of the Council of Sixteen against the king's person, it was warmly debated in the council of Henry, whether the persons of the conspirators ought not to be seized at their next meeting. But, upon considering the numbers of the citizens, and their zeal for the League, together with the small number of the king's guards and adherents, this advice was rejected as too hazardous. It was upon this occasion that Catherine quoted the Tuscan proverb in the text,-" Bisogna copriersi bene il viso inanzi che struzzicare il vespaio ;" Davila, lib. IX. My mother has the judgment of the world, And all things move by that; but, my Alphonso, She has a cruel wit. Alph. The provocation, sir. King. I know it well; But, if thou'dst have my heart within thy hand,All conjurations blot the name of kings. What honours, interest, were the world to buy him, I mean the latter, so cried up in story. And foremost in the field; but sneaking Brutus, Could ne'er wipe off, though the mistaken man Enter Queen Mother, and Abbot DELBENE. Qu. M. Good-even, sir; 'tis just the time you dered To wait on your decrees. King. Oh, madam ! Qu. M. Sir? King. Oh mother, but I cannot make it way;Chaos and shades,-'tis huddled up in night. Qu. M. Speak then, for speech is morning to the mind; It spreads the beauteous images abroad, Which else lie furled and clouded in the soul. King. You would embark me in a sea of blood. Qu. M. You see the plot directly on your person; But give it o'er, I did but state the case. Take Guise into your heart, and drive your friends; |