_King._ So just, as if thou wert inspired to come; As if the guardian-angel of my throne, Who had o'erslept himself so many years, Just now was roused, and brought thee to my rescue. _Gril._ I hear the Guise will be lieutenant-general. _King._ And canst thou suffer it? _Gril._ Nay, if you will suffer it, then well may I. If kings will be so civil to their subjects, to give up all things tamely, they first turn rebels to themselves, and that's a fair example for their friends. 'Slife, sir, 'tis a dangerous matter to be loyal on the wrong side, to serve my prince in spite of him; if you'll be a royalist yourself, there are millions of honest men will fight for you; but if you will not, there are few will hang for you. _King._ No more: I am resolved. The course of things can be with-held no longer From breaking forth to their appointed end: My vengeance, ripened in the womb of time, Presses for birth, and longs to be disclosed. Grillon, the Guise is doomed to sudden death: The sword must end him:--has not thine an edge? _Gril._ Yes, and a point too; I'll challenge him. _King._ I bid thee kill him. [_Walking._ _Gril._ So I mean to do. _King._ Without thy hazard. _Gril._ Now I understand you; I should murder him: I am your soldier, sir, but not your hangman. _King._ Dost thou not hate him? _Gril._ Yes. _King._ Hast thou not said, That he deserves it? _Gril._ Yes; but how have I Deserved to do a murder? _King._ 'Tis no murder; 'Tis sovereign justice, urged from self-defence. _Gril._ 'Tis all confest, and yet I dare not do't. _King._ Go; thou art a coward. _Gril._ You are my king. _King._ Thou say'st, thou dar'st not kill him. _Gril._ Were I a coward, I had been a villain, And then I durst have done't. _King._ Thou hast done worse, in thy long course of arms. Hast thou ne'er killed a man? _Gril._ Yes, when a man would have killed me. _King._ Hast thou not plundered from the helpless poor? Snatched from the sweating labourer his food? _Gril._ Sir, I have eaten and drank in my own defence, when I was hungry and thirsty; I have plundered, when you have not paid me; I have been content with a farmer's daughter, when a better whore was not to be had. As for cutting off a traitor, I'll execute him lawfully in my own function, when I meet him in the field; but for your chamber-practice, that's not my talent. _King._ Is my revenge unjust, or tyrannous? Heaven knows I love not blood. _Gril._ No, for your mercy is your only vice. You may dispatch a rebel lawfully, but the mischief is, that rebel has given me my life at the barricadoes, and, till I have returned his bribe, I am not upon even terms with him. _King._ Give me thy hand; I love thee not the worse: Make much of honour, 'tis a soldier's conscience. Thou shalt not do this act; thou art even too good; But keep my secret, for that's conscience too. _Gril._ When I disclose it, think I am a coward.