_Henry._ They were to blame that said I was displeased; And you, good cousin, to imagine it. 'Twere hard with me, if I should doubt my kin, 40 Or be suspicious of my dearest friends, Cousin, assure you I am resolute, Whatsoever any whisper in mine ears, Not to suspect disloyalty in thee: And so, sweet coz, farewell. [_Exit with_ EPERNOUN. _Guise._ So; Now sues the king for favour to the Guise, And all his minions stoop when I command: Why, this 'tis to have an army in the field. Now, by the holy sacrament, I swear, 50 As ancient Romans o'er their captive lords, So will I triumph o'er this wanton king; And he shall follow my proud chariot's wheels. Now do I but begin to look about, And all my former time was spent in vain. Hold, sword, For in thee is the Duke of Guise's hope. _Re-enter_ Third Murderer. Villain, why dost thou look so ghastly? speak. _Third Murd._ O, pardon me, my Lord of Guise! _Guise._ Pardon thee! why, what hast thou done? 60 _Third Murd._ O my lord, I am one of them that is set to murder you! _Guise._ To murder me, villain! _Third Murd._ I, my lord: the rest have ta'en their standings in the next room; therefore, good my lord, go not forth. _Guise._ Yet Cæsar shall go forth. Let mean conceits and baser men fear death: Tut, they are peasants; I am Duke of Guise; And princes with their looks engender fear. 70 _First Murd._ [_within_] Stand close; he is coming; I know him by his voice. _Guise._ As pale as ashes![420] nay, then, it is time To look about. _Enter_ First _and_ Second Murderers. _First and Sec. Murderers._ Down with him, down with him! [_They stab_ GUISE. _Guise._ O, I have my death's wound! give me leave to speak. _Sec. Murd._ Then pray to God, and ask forgiveness of the king. _Guise._ Trouble me not; I ne'er offended him, Nor will I ask forgiveness of the king. O, that I have not power to stay my life, Nor immortality to be revenged! 80 To die by peasants, what a grief is this! Ah, Sixtus, be reveng'd upon the king! Philip and Parma, I am slain for you! Pope, excommunicate, Philip, depose The wicked branch of curs'd Valois his line! _Vive la messe!_ perish Huguenots! Thus Cæsar did go forth, and thus he died. [_Dies._ _Enter the_ Captain of the Guard. _Cap._ What, have you done? Then stay a while, and I'll go call the king. But see, where he comes. 90 _Enter_ KING HENRY, EPERNOUN, _and_ Attendants. My lord, see, where the Guise is slain.