The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 07Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 07
Dryden, John
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_Gui._ Since more I am confirmed, I'll stand the shock.
Where'er he dares to call, I dare to go.
My friends are many, faithful, and united;
He will not venture on so rash a deed:
And now, I wonder I should fear that force,
Which I have used to conquer and contemn.
_Enter_ MARMOUTIERE.
_Arch._ Your tempter comes, perhaps, to turn the scale,
And warn you not to go.
_Gui._ O fear her not,
I will be there. [_Exeunt Arch-Bishop and Cardinal._
What can she mean?--repent?
Or is it cast betwixt the king and her
To sound me? come what will, it warms my heart
With secret joy, which these my ominous statesmen
Left dead within me;--ha! she turns away.
_Mar._ Do you not wonder at this visit, sir?
_Gui._ No, madam, I at last have gained the point
Of mightiest minds, to wonder now at nothing.
_Mar._ Believe me, Guise, 'twere gallantly resolved,
If you could carry it on the inside too.
Why came that sigh uncalled? For love of me,
Partly, perhaps; but more for thirst of glory,
Which now again dilates itself in smiles,
As if you scorned that I should know your purpose.
_Gui._ I change, 'tis true, because I love you still;
Love you, O heaven, even in my own despite;
I tell you all, even at that very moment,
I know you straight betray me to the king.
_Mar._ O Guise, I never did; but, sir, I come
To tell you, I must never see you more.
_Gui._ The king's at Blois, and you have reason for it;
Therefore, what am I to expect from pity,--
From yours, I mean,--when you behold me slain?
_Mar._ First answer me, and then I'll speak my heart.
Have you, O Guise, since your last solemn oath,
Stood firm to what you swore? Be plain, my lord,
Or run it o'er a while, because again
I tell you, I must never see you more.
_Gui._ Never!--She's set on by the king to sift me.
Why, by that never then, all I have sworn
Is true, as that the king designs to end me.
_Mar._ Keep your obedience,--by the saints, you live.
_Gui._ Then mark; 'tis judged by heads grown white in council,
This very day he means to cut me off.
_Mar._ By heaven, then you're forsworn; you've broke your vows.
_Gui._ By you, the justice of the earth, I have not.
_Mar._ By you, dissembler of the world, you have.
I know the king.
_Gui._ I do believe you, madam.
_Mar._ I have tried you both.
_Gui._ Not me, the king you mean.
_Mar._ Do these o'erboiling answers suit the Guise?
But go to council, sir, there shew your truth;
If you are innocent, you're safe; but O,
If I should chance to see you stretched along,
Your love, O Guise, and your ambition gone,
That venerable aspect pale with death,
I must conclude you merited your end.
_Gui._ You must, you will, and smile upon my murder.
_Mar._ Therefore, if you are conscious of a breach,
Confess it to me. Lead me to the king;
He has promised me to conquer his revenge,
And place you next him; therefore, if you're right,
Make me not fear it by asseverations,
But speak your heart, and O resolve me truly!
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