_Mar._ It must not, cannot be. _Gril._ No, nor shall not, wench, as long as my soul wears a body. _King._ Secure in that, I'll trust thee;--shall I trust thee? For conquerors have charms, and women frailty:-- Farewell thou mayst behold me king again; My soul's not yet deposed:--why then farewell!-- I'll say't as comfortably as I can: But O cursed Guise, for pressing on my time, And cutting off ten thousand more adieus! _Mar._ The moments that retard your flight are traitors. Make haste, my royal master, to be safe, And save me with you, for I'll share your fate. _King._ Wilt thou go too? Then I am reconciled to heaven again: O welcome, thou good angel of my way, Thou pledge and omen of my safe return! Not Greece, nor hostile Juno could destroy The hero that abandoned burning Troy; He 'scaped the dangers of the dreadful night, When, loaded with his gods, he took his flight. [_Exuent, the King leading her._ ACT V. SCENE I.--_The Castle of Blois._ _Enter_ GRILLON, _and_ ALPHONSO CORSO. _Gril._ Welcome, colonel, welcome to Blois. _Alph._ Since last we parted at the barricadoes, The world's turned upside down. _Gril._ No, 'faith, 'tis better now, 'tis downside up: Our part o'the wheel is rising, though but slowly. _Alph._ Who looked for an assembly of the States? _Gril._ When the king was escaped from Paris, and got out of the toils, 'twas time for the Guise to take them down, and pitch others: that is, to treat for the calling of a parliament, where, being sure of the major part, he might get by law what he had missed by force. _Alph._ But why should the king assemble the States, to satisfy the Guise, after so many affronts? _Gril._ For the same reason, that a man in a duel says he has received satisfaction, when he is first wounded, and afterwards disarmed. _Alph._ But why this parliament at Blois, and not at Paris? _Gril._ Because no barricadoes have been made at Blois. This Blois is a very little town, and the king can draw it after him; but Paris is a damned unwieldy bulk; and when the preachers draw against the king, a parson in a pulpit is a devilish fore-horse. Besides, I found in that insurrection what dangerous beasts these townsmen are; I tell you, colonel, a man had better deal with ten of their wives, than with one zealous citizen: O your inspired cuckold is most implacable. _Alph._ Is there any seeming kindness between the king and the duke of Guise?