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opportunity may serve me fit; To steale from France; and hye me to my
home。 For heers no saftie in the Realme for me; And now that Henry is
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cal'd from Polland; It is my due by just succession: And therefore as
speedily as I can perfourme; Ile muster up an army secretdy; For feare that
Guise joyn'd with the King of Spaine; Might seek to crosse me in mine
enterprise。 But God that alwaies doth defend the right; Will shew his
mercy and preserve us still。
PLESHE。 The vertues of our poor Religion; Cannot but march with
many graces more: Whose army shall discomfort all your foes; And at the
length in Pampelonia crowne; In spite of Spaine and all the popish power;
That hordes it from your highnesse wrongfully: Your Majestie her rightfull
Lord and Soveraigne。
Navarre Truth Pleshe; and God so prosper me in all; As I entend to
labour for the truth; And true profession of his holy word: Come Pleshe;
lets away while time doth serve。
Exeunt。
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'Scene XII'
Sound Trumpets within; and then all crye vive le Roy two or three
times。
Enter Henry crowned: Queene 'Mother'; Cardinall 'of Loraine'; Duke
of Guise; Epernoone; 'Mugeroun;' the kings Minions; with others; and the
Cutpurse。
ALL。 Vive le Roy; vive le Roy。
Sound Trumpets。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Welcome from Poland Henry once agayne;
Welcome to France thy fathers royall seate; Heere hast thou a country
voice of feares; A warlike people to maintaine thy right; A watchfull
Senate for ordaining lawes; A loving mother to preserve thy state; And all
things that a King may wish besides: All this and more hath Henry with
his crowne。
CARDINALL。 And long may Henry enjoy all this and more。
ALL。 Vive le Roy; vive le Roy。
Sound trumpets。
KING。 Thanks to you al。 The guider of all crownes; Graunt that our
deeds may wel deserve your loves: And so they shall; if fortune speed my
will; And yeeld our thoughts to height of my desertes。 What say our
Minions; think they Henries heart Will not both harbour love and Majestie?
Put of that feare; they are already joynde; No person; place; or time; or
circumstance; Shall slacke my loves affection from his bent。 As now you
are; so shall you still persist; Remooveles from the favours of your King。
MUGEROUN。 We know that noble minces change not their thoughts
For wearing of a crowne: in that your grace; Hath worne the Poland
diadem; before You were withvested in the crowne of France。
KING。 I tell thee Mugeroun we will be freends; And fellowes to; what
ever stormes arise。
MUGEROUN。 Then may it please your Majestie to give me leave; To
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punish those that doe prophane this holy feast。
He cuts of the Cutpurse eare; for cutting of the golde buttons off his
cloake。
KING。 How meanst thou that?
CUTPURSE。 O Lord; mine eare。
MUGEROUN。 Come sir; give me my buttons and heers your eare。
GUISE。 Sirra; take him away。
KING。 Hands of good fellow; I will be his baile For this offence: goe
sirra; worke no more; Till this our Coronation day be past: And now; Our
rites of Coronation done; What now remaines; but for a while to feast; And
spend some daies in barriers; tourny; tylte; And like disportes; such as doe
fit the Coutr? Lets goe my Lords; our dinner staies for us。
Goe out all; but the Queene 'Mother' and the Cardinall。
QUEENE MOTHER。 My Lord Cardinall of Loraine; tell me; How
likes your grace my sonnes pleasantnes? His mince you see runnes on his
minions; And all his heaven is to delight himselfe: And whilste he sleepes
securely thus in ease; Thy brother Guise and we may now provide; To
plant our selves with such authoritie; That not a man may live without our
leaves。 Then shall the Catholick faith of Rome; Flourish in France; and
none deny the same。
Cardinall Madam; as I in secresy was tolde; My brother Guise hath
gathered a power of men; Which are he saith; to kill the Puritans; But tis
the house of Burbon that he meanest Now Madam must you insinuate with
the King; And tell him that tis for his Countries good; And common profit
of Religion。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Tush man; let me alone with him; To work the
way to bring this thing to passe: And if he doe deny what I doe say; Ile
dispatch him with his brother presently。 And then shall Mounser weare the
diadem。 Tush; all shall dye unles I have my will: For while she lives
Katherine will be Queene。 Come my Lord; let us goe to seek the Guise;
And then determine of this enterprise。
Exeunt。
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'Scene XIII'
Enter the Duchesse of Guise; and her Maide。
DUCHESSE。 Goe fetch me pen and inke。
MAID。 I will Madam。
Exit Maid。
DUCHESSE。 That I may write unto my dearest Lord。 Sweet
Mugeroune; tis he that hath my heart; And Guise usurpes it; cause I am his
wife: Faine would I finde some means to speak with him But cannot; and
therfore am enforst to write; That he may come and meet me in some
place; Where we may one injoy the others sight。
Enter the Maid with Inke and Paper。
So; set it down and leave me to my selfe。 O would to God this quill
that heere doth write;
She writes。
Had late been plucks from out faire Cupids wing: That it might print
these lines within his heart。
Enter the Guise。
GUISE。 What; all alone my love; and writing too: I prethee say to
whome thou writes?
DUCHESSE。 To such a one ; as when she reads my lines; Will laugh I
feare me at their good aray。
GUISE。 I pray thee let me see。
DUCHESSE。 O no my Lord; a woman only must Partake the secrets
of my heart。
GUISE。 But Madam I must see。
He takes it。
Are these your secrets that no man must know?
DUCHESSE。 O pardon me my Lord。
GUISE。 Thou trothles and unjust; what lines are these? Am I growne
olde; or is thy lust growne yong; Or hath my love been so obscurde in thee;
That others need to comment on my text? Is all my love forgot which
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helde thee deare? I; dearer then the apple of mine eye? Is Guises glory but
a clowdy mist; In sight and judgement of thy lustfull eye? Mor du; were
not the fruit within thy wombe; On whose encrease I set some longing
hope: This wrathfull hand should strike thee to the hart Hence strumpet;
hide thy head for shame; And fly my presence if thou look'st to live。
Exit 'Duchesse'。
O wicked sexe; perjured and unjust; Now doe I see that from the very
first; Her eyes and lookes sow'd seeds of perjury; But villaine he to whom
these lines should goe; Shall buy her love even with his dearest bloud。
Exit。
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'SceneXIV'
Enter the King of Navarre; Pleshe and Bartus; and their train; with
drums and trumpets。
NAVARRE。 Now Lords; since in a quarrell just and right; We
undertake to mannage these our warres Against the proud disturbers of the
faith; I meane the Guise; the Pope; and King of Spaine; Who set
themselves to tread us under foot; And rend our true religion from this
land: But for you know our quarrell is no more; But to defend their strange
inventions; Which they will put us to with sword and fire: We must with
resolute minces resolve to fight; In honor of our God and countries good。
Spaine is the counsell chamber of the pope; Spaine is the place where he
makes peace and warre; And Guise for Spaine hath now incenst the King;
To send his power to meet us in the field。