_Mar._ Farewell for ever; ah, Guise, though now we part, In the bright orbs, prepared us by our fates, Our souls shall meet,--farewell!--and Io's sing above, Where no ambition, nor state-crime, the happier spirits prove, But all are blest, and all enjoy an everlasting love. [_Exit_ MARMOUTIERE. GUISE _solus._ _Gui._ Glory, where art thou? fame, revenge, ambition, Where are you fled? there's ice upon my nerves; My salt, my metal, and my spirits gone, Palled as a slave, that's bed-rid with an ague, I wish my flesh were off. [_Blood falls from his nose._ What now! thou bleed'st:-- Three, and no more!--what then? and why, what then? But just three drops! and why not just three drops, As well as four or five, or five and twenty? _Enter a Page._ _Page._ My lord, your brother and the arch-bishop wait you. _Gui._ I come;--down, devil!--ha! must I stumble too? Away, ye dreams! what if it thundered now, Or if a raven crossed me in my way? Or now it comes, because last night I dreamt The council-hall was hung with crimson round, And all the ceiling plaistered o'er with black. No more!--Blue fires, and ye dull rolling lakes, Fathomless caves, ye dungeons of old night, Phantoms, be gone! if I must die, I'll fall True politician, and defy you all. [_Exit._ SCENE II.--_The Court before the Council-hall._ GRILLON, LARCHANT, _Soldiers placed, People crowding_ _Gril._ Are your guards doubled, captain? _Larch._ Sir, they are. _Gril._ When the Guise comes, remember your petition.-- Make way there for his eminence; give back.-- Your eminence comes late. _Enter two Cardinals, Counsellors, the Cardinal of_ GUISE, _Arch-bishop of Lyons, last the_ GUISE. _Gui._ Well, colonel, are we friends? _Gril._ 'Faith, I think not. _Gui._ Give me your hand. _Gril._ No, for that gives a heart. _Gui._ Yet we shall clasp in heaven. _Gril._ By heaven, we shall not, Unless it be with gripes. _Gui._ True Grillon still. _Larch._ My lord. _Gui._ Ha! captain, you are well attended: If I mistake not, sir, your number's doubled. _Larch._ All these have served against the heretics; And therefore beg your grace you would remember Their wounds and lost arrears[21]. _Gui._ It shall be done.-- Again, my heart! there is a weight upon thee, But I will sigh it off.--Captain, farewell. [_Exeunt Cardinal,_ GUISE, _&c._ _Gril._ Shut the hall-door, and bar the castle-gates: March, march there closer yet, captain, to the door. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_The Council-hall._ _Gui._ I do not like myself to-day. _Arch._ A qualm! he dares not. _Card._ That's one man's thought; he dares, and that's another's. _Enter_ GRILLON.