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forgivenes of the King。 Oh that I have not power to stay my life； Nor
immortalitie to be reveng'd： To dye by Pesantes； what a greefe is this？ Ah
Sextus； be reveng'd upon the King； Philip and Parma； I am slaine for you：
Pope excommunicate； Philip depose； The wicked branch of curst Valois's
line。 Vive la messe； perish Hugonets； Thus Caesar did goe foorth； and thus
he dies。
He dyes。
Enter Captaine of the Guarde。
CAPTAINE。 What； have you done？ Then stay a while and Ile goe call
the King；
＇Enter King and Epernoune attended。＇
But see where he comes。 My Lord； see where the Guise is slaine。
KING。 Oh this sweet sight is phisick to my soule； Goe fetch his sonne
for to beholde his death：
＇Exit attendant。＇
Surchargde with guilt of thousand massacres； Mounser of Loraine
sinke away to hell； In just remembrance of those bloudy broyles； To which
thou didst alure me being alive： And heere in presence of you all I sweare；
I nere was King of France untill this houre： This is the traitor that hath
spent my golde； In making forraine warres and cruel broiles。 Did he not
draw a sorte of English priestes From Doway to the Seminary at Remes；
To hatch forth treason gainst their naturall Queene？ Did he not cause the
King of Spaines huge fleete； To threaten England and to menace me？ Did
he not injure Mounser thats deceast？ Hath he not made me in the Popes
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defence； To spend the treasure that should strength my land； In civill
broiles between Navarre and me？ Tush； to be short； he meant to make me
Munke； Or else to murder me； and so be King。 Let Christian princes that
shall heare of this； （As all the world shall know our Guise is dead） Rest
satisfed with this that heer I sweare； Nere was there King of France so
yoakt as I。
EPERNOUNE。 My Lord heer is his sonne。
Enter the Guises sonne。
KING。 Boy； look where your father lyes。
YONG GUISE。 My father slaine； who hath done this deed？
KING。 Sirra twas I that slew him； and will slay Thee too； and thou
prove such a traitor。
YONG GUISE。 Art thou King； and hast done this bloudy deed？ Ile be
revengde。
He offereth to throwe his dagger。
KING。 Away to prison with him； Ile clippe his winges Or ere he passe
my handes； away with him。
Exit Boy。
But what availeth that this traitors dead； When Duke Dumaine his
brother is alive； And that young Cardinall that is growne so proud？ Goe to
the Governour of Orleance； And will him in my name to kill the Duke。
＇Exit Captaine of the Guarde。＇
Get you away and strangle the Cardinall。
＇Exit murtherers。＇
These two will make one entire Duke of Guise； Especially with our
olde mothers helpe。
EPERNOUNE。 My Lord； see where she comes； as if she droupt To
heare these newest
Enter Queene Mother ＇attended＇。
KING。 And let her croup； my heart is light enough。 Mother； how like
you this device of mine？ I slew the Guise； because I would be King。
QUEENE MOTHER。 King； why so thou wert before。 Pray God thou
be a King now this is done。
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KING。 Nay he was King and countermanded me； But now I will be
King and rule my selfe； And make the Guisians stoup that are alive。
QUEENE MOTHER。 I cannot speak for greefe： when thou west bome；
I would that I had murdered thee my sonne。 My sonne： thou art a
changeling； not my sonne。 I curse thee and exclaime thee miscreant；
Traitor to God； and to the realme of France。
KING。 Cry out； exclaime； houle till thy throat be hoarce； The Guise is
slaine； and I rejoyce therefore： And now will I to armes； come Epernoune：
And let her greeve her heart out if she will。
Exit the King and Epernoune。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Away； leave me alone to meditate。 Sweet Guise；
would he had died so thou wert heere： To whom shall I bewray my secrets
now； Or who will helpe to builde Religion？ The Protestants will glory and
insulte； Wicked Navarre will get the crowne of France； The Popedome
cannot stand； all goes to wrack； And all for thee my Guise： what may I doe？
But sorrow seaze upon my toyling soule； For since the Guise is dead； I
will not live。
Exit ＇the attendants taking up body of the Guise＇。
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＇Scene XX＇
Enter two ＇Murtherers＇ dragging in the Cardenall ＇of Loraine＇。
CARDINALL。 Murder me not； I am a Cardenall。
1。 Wert thou the Pope thou mightst not scape from us。
CARDINALL。 What； will you fyle your handes with Churchmens
bloud？
2。 Shed your bloud； O Lord no： for we entend to strangle you。
CARDINALL。 Then there is no remedye but I must dye？
1。 No remedye； therefore prepare your selfe。
CARDINALL。 Yet lives My brother Duke Dumaine； and many moe：
To revenge our deaths upon that cursed King； Upon whose heart may all
the furies gripe； And with their pawes drench his black soule in hell。
1。 Yours my Lord Cardinall； you should have saide。
Now they strangle him。
So； pluck amaine； He is hard hearted； therfore pull with violence。
Come take him away。
Exeunt。
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＇Scene XXI＇
Enter Duke Dumayn reading of a letter； with others。
DUMAINE。 My noble brother murthered by the King； Oh what may I
doe； to revenge thy death？ The Kings alone； it cannot satisfie。 Sweet Duke
of Guise our prop to leane upon； Now thou art dead； heere is no stay for us：
I am thy brother； and ile revenge thy death； And roote Valois's line from
forth of France； And beate proud Burbon to his native home； That basely
seekes to joyne with such a King； Whose murderous thoughts will be his
overthrow。 Hee wild the Governour of Orleance in his name； That I with
speed should have beene put to death。 But thats prevented； for to end his
life； And all those traitors to the Church of Rome； That durst attempt to
murder noble Guise。
Enter the Frier。
FRIER。 My Lord； I come to bring you newes； that your brother the
Cardinall of Loraine by the Kings consent is lately strangled unto death。
DUMAINE。 My brother Cardenall slaine and I alive？ O wordes of
power to kill a thousand men。 Come let us away and leavy men； Tis warre
that must asswage the tyrantes pride。
FRIER。 My Lord； heare me but speak。 I am a Frier of the order of the
Jacobyns； that for my conscience sake will kill the King。
DUMAINE。 But what doth move thee above the rest to doe the deed？
FRIER。 O my Lord； I have beene a great sinner in my dayes； and the
deed is meritorious。
DUMAINE。 But how wilt thou get opportunitye？
FRIER。 Tush my Lord； let me alone for that。
DUMAINE。 Frier come with me； We will goe talke more of this
within。
Exeunt。
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＇Scene XXII＇
Sound Drumme and Trumpets； and enter the King of France； and
Navarre； Epernoune； Bartus； Pleshe and Souldiers。
KING。 Brother of Navarre； I sorrow much； That ever I was prov'd your
enemy； And that the sweet and princely minde you beare； Was ever
troubled with injurious warres： I vow as I am lawfull King of France； To
recompence your reconciled love； With all the honors and affections； That
ever I vouchsafte my dearest freends。
NAVARRE。 It is enough if that Navarre may be Esteemed faithfull to
the King of France： Whose service he may still commaund to death。
KING。 Thankes to my Kingly Brother of Navarre。 Then there wee'l lye
before Lutetia's walles； Girting this strumpet Cittie with our siege； Till
surfeiting with our afflicting armes； She cast her hatefull stomack to the
earth。
Enter a Messenger。
MESSENGER。 And it please your Majestie heere is a Frier of the
order of the