"Tis said, the Guise will come in spite of me; Suppose it possible, and stay to advise me. To Mar. I will; but, on your royal word, no more. King. I will be easy, my last gasp, as your own virgin thoughts, And never dare to breathe my passion more; Yet you'll allow me now and then to sigh As we discourse, and court you with my eyes? Enter ALPHONSO. Why do you wave your hand, and warn me hence? When justice beckons, there's no hope of pardon. Enter GRILLON. Gril. O rare, rare creature! By the power that made me, Wer't possible we could be damned again By some new Eve, such virtue might redeem us. Mar. Ah father, uncle, brother, all the kin, Gril. Why, I will carve thee out a throne myself; Enter Abbot DELBENE. Abb. Colonel, your ear. Mar. By these whispering councils, I'd sacrifice him in the city's sight. O heavens! what was't I said? Were I a man, It should be kneeling to the throne of mercy.— Heaven be the judge, and still let virtue conquer. Gril. The axe, the axe: Rebellion's pampered to a pleurisy, And it must bleed. [Shout within. Abb. Hark, what a shout was there! I'll to the king; it may be, 'tis reported On purpose thus. Let there be truth or lies In this mad fame, I'll bring you instant word. [Exit Abbot. Manet GRILLON: Enter GUISE, CARDINAL, MAYENNE, MALICORN, Attendants, &c. Shouts again. Gril. Death, and thou devil Malicorn, is that Thy master? Gui. Yes, Grillon, 'tis the Guise; One, that would court you for a friend. Traitor thou mean'st, and so I bid thee welcome; Be on thy head, and fall by me unpitied. [Exit. Gui. The bruises of his loyalty have crazed him. [Shouts louder. Spirit within sings. Malicorn, Malicorn, Malicorn, ho! I charge, I warn thee let him know, Gui. Why, Malicorn. Mal. [Starting.] Sir, do not see the king. Mal. 'Tis dangerous. Gui. Therefore I will see him, And so report my danger to the people. Halt-to your judgment.-[MALICORN makes signs By glances;-ha! not yet? thou mak'st me blush *This speech depends on the gesticulation of the sorcerer: Guise first desires him report the danger to the people,—then bids him halt, and express his judgment more fully. Malicorn makes signs of assassination.-Guise goes on -Let him if he dare. But more, more, more ; i. e. I have a further reason than state policy for my visit.-Malicorn makes repeated signs of ignorance and discontent; and Guise urges him to speak out on a subject, which he himself was unwilling to open. Mal. What, Marmoutiere? Gui. Ay, there a general's heart beat like a drum! Quick, quick! my reins, my back, and head and breast Ache, as I'd been a horse-back forty hours. Mal. She has seen the king. Gui. I thought she might. A trick upon me; well. Mal. Passion o' both sides. Gui. His, thou meanest. Mal. On hers. Down on her knees. Gui. And up again; no matter. Mal. Now all in tears, now smiling, sad at parting. Gui. Dissembled, for she told me this before; 'Twas all put on, that I might hear and rave. Mal. And so, to make sure work on't, by consent Of Grillon, who is made their bawd, Gui. Away! Mal. She's lodged at court. Gui. "Tis false, they do belie her. Gui. What, at court? Mal. At court, and near the king; 'tis true, by heaven: I never play'd you foul, why should you doubt me? Gui.I would thou hadst, ere thus unmanned my heart! Blood, battles, fire, and death! I run, I run! If, with the thought of these irregular vapours, Card. Peace, brother. Gui. By heaven, I took thee for my cian, soul's physi And dost thou vomit me with this loathed peace? 'Tis contradiction: no, my peaceful brother, Gui. Pray, sir, give me leave. A moment's thought;-ha, but I sweat and tremble, But hark, they shout again: I'll on and meet them; I'll wait him in his cabinet alone, And look him pale; while in his courts without, SCENE II. Enter King and Council. King. What mean these shouts? Abb. I told your majesty, [Shouts without. The sheriff's have puffed the populace with hopes Of their deliverer. King, Hark! there rung a peal [Shouts again. Like thunder: see, Alphonso, what's the cause. Enter GRILLon. Gril. My lord, the Guise is come. King. Is't possible! ha, Grillon, said'st thou, come? Gril. Why droops the royal majesty? O sir! King. O villain, slave, wert thou my late-born heir, 7 |