_Ren._ You sir, why?

_Char._ Since I am charg'd so by my mistresse, His mournfull sister.

_Tam._ See her letter, sir. _Hee reades._ Good madame, I rue your fate more then mine, And know not how to order these affaires, 40 They stand on such occurrents.

_Ren._ This, indeede, I know to be your lady mistresse hand; And know besides, his brother will and must Indure no hand in this revenge but his.

_Enter Umbr[a] Bussy._

_Umbra._ Away, dispute no more; get up, and see! 45 Clermont must auchthor this just tragedie.

_Coun._ Who's that?

_Ren._ The spirit of Bussy.

_Tam._ O my servant!

Let us embrace.

_Umb._ Forbeare! The ayre, in which My figures liknesse is imprest, will blast.

Let my revenge for all loves satisfie, 50 In which, dame, feare not, Clermont shall not dye.

No word dispute more; up, and see th'event. _Exeunt Ladyes._ Make the guard sure, Renel; and then the doores Command to make fast, when the Earle is in. _Exit Ren[el]._ The blacke soft-footed houre is now on wing, 55 Which, for my just wreake, ghosts shall celebrate With dances dire and of infernall state. _Exit._

LINENOTES:

2 _loved_. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, lou'd.

4 _her service_. Ed.; Q, her vertuous service; vertuous, which is obviously hypermetrical, has been repeated by mistake from the previous line.

47-48. Three lines in Q, broken at _Bussy_, _embrace_, _which_.

[SCaeNA QUARTA.

_An Ante-room to the Council-Chamber._]

_Enter Guise._

_Guise._ Who sayes that death is naturall, when nature Is with the onely thought of it dismaid?

I have had lotteries set up for my death, And I have drawne beneath my trencher one, Knit in my hand-kerchiefe another lot, 5 The word being, "Y'are a dead man if you enter"; And these words this imperfect bloud and flesh Shrincke at in spight of me, their solidst part Melting like snow within mee with colde fire.

I hate my selfe, that, seeking to rule Kings, 10 I cannot curbe my slave. Would any spirit Free, manly, princely, wish to live to be Commanded by this ma.s.se of slaverie, Since reason, judgement, resolution, And scorne of what we feare, will yeeld to feare? 15 While this same sincke of sensualitie swels, Who would live sinking in it? and not spring Up to the starres, and leave this carrion here, For wolfes, and vultures, and for dogges to teare?

O Clermont D'Ambois, wert thou here to chide 20 This softnesse from my flesh, farre as my reason, Farre as my resolution not to stirre One foote out of the way for death and h.e.l.l!

Let my false man by falshood perish here; There's no way else to set my true man cleere. 25

_Enter Messenger._

_Messenger._ The King desires your Grace to come to Councill.

_Gui._ I come. It cannot be; hee will not dare To touch me with a treacherie so prophane.

Would Clermont now were here, to try how hee Would lay about him, if this plot should be: 30 Here would be tossing soules into the skie.

Who ever knew bloud sav'd by treacherie?

Well, I must on, and will; what should I feare?

Not against two, Alcides; against two, And Hercules to friend, the Guise will goe. 35

_He takes up the Arras, and the Guard enters upon him: hee drawes._

_Gui._ Holde, murtherers! _They strike him downe._ So then, this is confidence In greatnes, not in goodnes. Wher is the King?

_The King comes in sight with Es[pernone], Sois[son], & others._

Let him appeare to justifie his deede, In spight of my betrai'd wounds; ere my soule Take her flight through them, and my tongue hath strength 40 To urge his tyrannie.

_Henry._ See, sir, I am come To justifie it before men and G.o.d, Who knowes with what wounds in my heart for woe Of your so wounded faith I made these wounds, Forc't to it by an insolence of force 45 To stirre a stone; nor is a rocke, oppos'd To all the billowes of the churlish sea, More beate and eaten with them then was I With your ambitious, mad idolatrie; And this bloud I shed is to save the bloud 50 Of many thousands.

_Gui._ That's your white pretext; But you will finde one drop of bloud shed lawlesse Will be the fountaine to a purple sea.

The present l.u.s.t and shift made for Kings lives, Against the pure forme and just power of law, 55 Will thrive like shifters purchases; there hangs A blacke starre in the skies, to which the sunne Gives yet no light, will raine a poyson'd shower Into your entrailes, that will make you feele How little safetie lies in treacherous steele. 60

_Hen._ Well, sir, Ile beare it; y'have a brother to Bursts with like threates, the skarlet Cardinall-- Seeke, and lay hands on him; and take this hence, Their blouds, for all you, on my conscience! _Exit._

_Gui._ So, sir, your full swindge take; mine death hath curb'd. 65 Clermont, farewell! O didst thou see but this!

But it is better; see by this the ice Broke to thine owne bloud, which thou wilt despise When thou hear'st mine shed. Is there no friend here Will beare my love to him?

_Aumale._ I will, my lord. 70

_Gui._ Thankes with my last breath: recommend me, then, To the most worthy of the race of men. _Dyes. Exeunt._

[SCaeNA QUINTA.

_A Room in Montsurry's House._]

_Enter Monts[urry] and Tamyra._

_Montsurry._ Who have you let into my house?

_Tamyra._ I? none.

_Mont._ Tis false; I savour the rancke bloud of foes In every corner.

_Tam._ That you may doe well; It is the bloud you lately shed you smell.

_Mont._ Sdeath! the vault opens. _The gulfe opens._

_Tam._ What vault? hold your sword. 5

_Clermont ascends._