In this great business, let me understand Gui. Sir, I intend the greatness of the king; That covered all the state with blood and death? To meet the fierce Navarre, should first be thought on. On soldiers, and no soldiers: This man knighted, Betwixt the meritorious and the base. Gril. You have mouthed it bravely, and there is no doubt Your deeds would answer well your haughty words; Yet let me tell you, sir, there is a man, (Curse on the hearts that hate him!) that would better, Better than you, or all your puffy race, That better would become the great battalion; Gui. Your idol, sir; you mean the great Navarre: But yet Gril. No yet, my lord of Guise, no yet; By arms, I bar you that; I swear, no yet; For never was his like, nor shall again, Though voted from his right by your cursed League. Gui. Judge not too rashly of the Holy League, But look at home. Gril. Ha! darest thou justify Those villains? Gui. I'll not justify a villain, More than yourself; but if you thus proceed, On each surmise, the lives of free-born people, Gril. What, if I could, They should be certain of,-whole piles of fire. Gui. Colonel, 'tis very well I know your mind, Which, without fear, or flattery to your person, I'll tell the king; and then, with his permission, Proclaim it for a warning to our people. Gril. Come, you're a murderer yourself within, A traitor. Gui. Thou a hot old hair-brained fool. Gril. You were complotter with the cursed League, The black abettor of our Harry's death. Gui. "Tis false. Gril. 'Tis true, as thou art double-hearted: Thou double traitor, to conspire so basely; And when found out, more basely to deny't. Gui. O gracious Harry, let me sound thy name, Lest this old rust of war, this knotty trifler, Should raise me to extremes. Gril. If thou'rt a man, That didst refuse the challenge of Navarre, *The king of Navarre (Henry IV.), by his manifesto, publish Gui. Go on; since thou'rt resolved on death, Enter King, Queen-Mother, ALPHONSO, Abbot, &c. King. Ha, colonel, is this your friendly visit? Gui. No matter, sir, no matter; A few hot words, no more, upon my life; I do beseech you, let the business die. King. Grillon, submit yourself, and ask his par don. Gril. Pardon me, I cannot do't. King. Where are the guards! Gui. Hold, sir;-come, colonel, I'll ask pardon for you; This soldierly embrace makes up the breach; Gril. My lord, I know not what to answer you; I'm friends, and I am not,—and so farewell. [Exit. King. You have your orders; yet before you go, ed in 1585, after discussing sundry points of state with the leaguers, defied the Duke of Guise, their leader, to mortal combat, body to body, or two to two, or ten to ten, or twenty to twenty. To this romantic defiance the Duke returned no direct answer; but his partizans alleged, that as the quarrel betwixt the king of Navarre and their patron did not arise from private enmity, it could not become the subject of single combat. Davila, lib. vii. Take this embrace: I court you for Though Grillon would not. Gui. I thank you on my knees; my friend, And still, while life shall last, will take strict care To justify my loyalty to your person. [Exit. Qu. M. Excellent loyalty, to lock you up! King. I see even to the bottom of his soul; And, madam, I must say the Guise has beauties, But they are set in night, and foul design : He was my friend when young, and might be still. Ab. Marked you his hollow accents at the parting? Qu. M. Graves in his smiles. King. Death in his bloodless hands. O Marmoutiere! now I will haste to meet thee: ACT III. SCENE I. Enter GRILLON and POLIN. Gril. Have then this pious Council of Sixteen Scented your late discovery of the plot? Pol. Not as from me; for still I kennel with them, But when, against his custom, they perceived 1 Gril. O, 'tis like them; 'Tis like their mongrel souls: flesh them with fortune, And they will worry royalty to death; But if some crabbed virtue turn and pinch them, Add yet to this, to raise you above hope, Could urge, theyslunk their heads, like hinds in storms. Enter Sheriffs, with the Populace. Gril. Away, I'll have amongst them; Fly to the king, warn him of Guise's coming, That he may strait despatch his strict commands To stop him. [Exit POLIN. 1 Sher. Nay, this is colonel Grillon, The blunderbuss o'the court; away, away, He carries ammunition in his face. Gril. Hark you, my friends. if you are not in haste, Because you are the pillars of the city, I would inform you of a general ruin. 2 Sher. Ruin to the city! marry, heaven forbid! Gril. Amen, I say; for, look you, I'm your friend, 'Tis blown about, you've plotted on the king, To seize him, if not kill him; for, who knows, When once your conscience yields, how far 'twill stretch; Next, quite to dash your firmest hopes in pieces, |