_Cler._ I see all, and will haste as it importeth. 90 And good friend, since I must delay a little My wisht attendance on my noblest mistresse, Excuse me to her, with returne of this, And endlesse protestation of my service; And now become as glad a messenger, 95 As you were late a wofull. _Aum._ Happy change! I ever will salute thee with my service. _Exit._ _Bal._ Yet more newes, brother; the late jesting Monsieur Makes now your brothers dying prophesie equall At all parts, being dead as he presag'd. 100 _Ren._ Heaven shield the Guise from seconding that truth With what he likewise prophesied on him! _Cler._ It hath enough, twas grac'd with truth in one; To'th other falshood and confusion! Leade to the Court, sir. _Bal._ You Ile leade no more; 105 It was to ominous and foule before. _Exeunt._ _Finis Actus quarti._ LINENOTES: 105 _to the_. Shepherd, Phelps; Q, to'th. ACTUS QUINTI SCÆNA PRIMA. [_A Room in the Palace of the Duke of Guise._] _Ascendit Umbra Bussi._ _Umbra Bussi._ Up from the chaos of eternall night (To which the whole digestion of the world Is now returning) once more I ascend, And bide the cold dampe of this piercing ayre, To urge the justice whose almightie word 5 Measures the bloudy acts of impious men With equall pennance, who in th'act it selfe Includes th'infliction, which like chained shot Batter together still; though (as the thunder Seemes, by mens duller hearing then their sight, 10 To breake a great time after lightning forth, Yet both at one time teare the labouring cloud) So men thinke pennance of their ils is slow, Though th'ill and pennance still together goe. Reforme, yee ignorant men, your manlesse lives 15 Whose lawes yee thinke are nothing but your lusts; When leaving (but for supposition sake) The body of felicitie, religion, Set in the midst of Christendome, and her head Cleft to her bosome, one halfe one way swaying, 20 Another th'other, all the Christian world And all her lawes whose observation Stands upon faith, above the power of reason-- Leaving (I say) all these, this might suffice To fray yee from your vicious swindge in ill 25 And set you more on fire to doe more good; That since the world (as which of you denies?) Stands by proportion, all may thence conclude That all the joynts and nerves sustaining nature As well may breake, and yet the world abide, 30 As any one good unrewarded die, Or any one ill scape his penaltie. _The Ghost stands close._ _Enter Guise, Clermont._