_Guise._ Thus (friend) thou seest how all good men would thrive, Did not the good thou prompt'st me with prevent The jealous ill pursuing them in others. 35 But now thy dangers are dispatcht, note mine. Hast thou not heard of that admired voyce That at the barricadoes spake to mee, (No person seene) "Let's leade my lord to Reimes"? _Clermont._ Nor could you learne the person? _Gui._ By no meanes. 40 _Cler._ Twas but your fancie, then, a waking dreame: For as in sleepe, which bindes both th'outward senses And the sense common to, th'imagining power (Stird up by formes hid in the memories store, Or by the vapours of o'er-flowing humours 45 In bodies full and foule, and mixt with spirits) Faines many strange, miraculous images, In which act it so painfully applyes It selfe to those formes that the common sense It actuates with his motion, and thereby 50 Those fictions true seeme and have reall act: So, in the strength of our conceits awake, The cause alike doth [oft] like fictions make. _Gui._ Be what it will, twas a presage of something Waightie and secret, which th'advertisements 55 I have receiv'd from all parts, both without And in this kingdome, as from Rome and Spaine, Lorraine and Savoye, gives me cause to thinke, All writing that our plots catastrophe, For propagation of the Catholique cause, 60 Will bloudy prove, dissolving all our counsailes. _Cler._ Retyre, then, from them all. _Gui._ I must not doe so. The Arch-Bishop of Lyons tels me plaine I shall be said then to abandon France In so important an occasion; 65 And that mine enemies (their profit making Of my faint absence) soone would let that fall, That all my paines did to this height exhale. _Cler._ Let all fall that would rise unlawfully! Make not your forward spirit in vertues right 70 A property for vice, by thrusting on Further then all your powers can fetch you off. It is enough, your will is infinite To all things vertuous and religious, Which, within limits kept, may without danger 75 Let vertue some good from your graces gather. Avarice of all is ever nothings father.