_Gui._ O Marmoutiere! ha, never see thee more? Peace, my tumultuous heart! why jolt my spirits In this unequal circling of my blood? I'll stand it while I may. O mighty nature! Why this alarm? why dost thou call me on To fight, yet rob my limbs of all their use? [_Swoons._ _Card._ Ha! he's fallen, chafe him. He comes again. _Gui._ I beg your pardons; vapours, no more. _Gril._ The effect Of last night's lechery with some working whore[22]. _Enter_ REVOL. _Rev._ My lord of Guise, the king would speak with you. _Gui._ O cardinal, O Lyons!--but no more; Yes, one word more: thou hast a privilege [_To the Cardinal._ To speak with a recluse; O therefore tell her, If never thou behold'st me breathe again, Tell her I sighed it last.--O Marmoutiere! [_Exit bowing._ _Card._ You will have all things your own way, my lord. By heaven, I have strange horror on my soul. _Arch._ I say again, that Henry dares not do it. _Card._ Beware, your grace, of minds that bear like him. I know he scorns to stoop to mean revenge; But when some mightier mischief shocks his toure, He shoots at once with thunder on his wings, And makes it air.--but hark, my lord, 'tis doing! _Guise within._] Murderers, villains! _Arch._ I hear your brother's voice; run to the door. CARD. _and_ ARCH. _run to the door._ _Card._ Help, help, the Guise is murdered! _Arch._ Help, help! _Gril._ Cease your vain cries, you are the king's prisoners;-- Take them, Dugast, into your custody. _Card._ We must obey, my lord, for heaven calls us. [_Exeunt._ _The_ SCENE _draws, behind it a Traverse._ _The_ GUISE _is assaulted by eight. They stab him in all parts, but most in the head._ _Gui._ O villains! hell-hounds! hold. [_Half draws his sword, is held._ Murdered, O basely, and not draw my sword!-- Dog, Lognac,--but my own blood choaks me. Down, villain, down!--I'm gone,--O Marmoutiere! [_Flings himself upon him, dies[23]._ _The Traverse is drawn._ _The King rises from his Chair, comes forward with his Cabinet-council._ _King._ Open the closet, and let in the council; Bid Dugast execute the cardinal; Seize all the factious leaders, as I ordered, And every one be answered, on your lives. _Enter Queen-Mother followed by the Counsellors._ O, madam, you are welcome; how goes your health? _Qu. M._ A little mended, sir.--What have you done? _King._ That which has made me king of France; for there The king of Paris at your feet lies dead. _Qu. M._ You have cut out dangerous work, but make it up With speed and resolution[24]. _King._ Yes, I'll wear The fox no longer, but put on the lion; And since I could resolve to take the heads Of this great insurrection, you, the members, Look to it; beware, turn from your stubbornness, And learn to know me, for I will be king.