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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。