_Pleshè._ I go, my lord. [_Exit._ _Nav._ That wicked Guise, I fear me much, will be The ruin of that famous realm of France; For his aspiring thoughts aim at the crown, And[417] takes his vantage on religion, To plant the Pope and Popelings in the realm, And bind it wholly to the see of Rome. But, if that God do prosper mine attempts, And send us safely to arrive in France, We'll beat him back, and drive him to his death, 30 That basely seeks the ruin of his realm. [_Exit._ SCENE XXI. _Enter_[418] _the_ Captain of the Guard, _and three_ Murderers. _Cap._ Come on, sirs. What, are you resolutely bent, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? What, will you not fear, when you see him come? _First Murd._ Fear him, said you? tush, were he here, we would kill him presently. _Sec. Murd._ O that his heart were leaping in my hand! _Third Murd._ But when will he come, that we may murder him? _Cap._ Well, then, I see you are resolute. _First Murd._ Let us alone; I warrant you. _Cap._ Then, sirs, take your standings within this chamber; 10 For anon the Guise will come. _All three Murderers._ You will give us our money? _Cap._ I, I, fear not: stand close: so; be resolute. [_Exeunt_ Murderers. Now falls the star whose influence governs France, Whose light was deadly to the Protestants: Now must he fall, and perish in his height. _Enter_ KING HENRY _and_ EPERNOUN. _Henry._ Now, captain of my guard, are these murderers ready? _Cap._ They be, my good lord. _Henry._ But are they resolute, and armed to kill, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? 20 _Cap._ I warrant ye, my lord. [_Exit._ _Henry._ Then come, proud Guise, and here disgorge thy breast, Surcharged with surfeit of ambitious thoughts; Breathe out that life wherein my death was hid, And end thy endless treasons with thy death. [_Knocking within._ _Guise_ [_within_]. _Holà, varlet, hé!_--Epernoun, where is the king? _Eper._ Mounted[419] his royal cabinet. _Guise_ [_within_]. I prithee, tell him that the Guise is here. _Eper._ An please your grace, the Duke of Guise doth crave Access unto your highness. _Henry._ Let him come in.-- 30 Come, Guise, and see thy traitorous guile outreach'd, And perish in the pit thou mad'st for me. _Enter_ GUISE. _Guise._ Good morrow to your majesty. _Henry._ Good morrow to my loving cousin of Guise: How fares it this morning with your excellence? _Guise._ I heard your majesty was scarcely pleased, That in the court I bear so great a train.