The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 17Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 17
Dryden, John
English literature
After that the brave Grillon, Maitre de Camp of the regiment of guards,
had generously refused to kill the Duke of Guise, unless in single duel,
and in an honourable way, the king had recourse to Lognac, the first
gentleman of his chamber, and captain of the forty-five, who promised him
eighteen or twenty of the most resolute amongst them, and for whom he
durst be answerable. They were of the number of those whom the Duke of
Guise, who had always a distrust of those Gascons, as creatures of the
Duke of Espernon, had formerly demanded that they might be dismissed,
from which request he had afterwards desisted; insomuch that it may be
said he foresaw the misfortune that attended him, without being able to
avoid it. For, on Friday the twenty-third of December, being entered
about eight of the clock in the morning into the great hall, where the
king had intimated on Thursday night, that he intended to hold the
council very early, that he might afterwards go to _Nostre dame de
Clery_; some came to tell him that his majesty expected him in the old
closet, yet he was not there, but in the other which looks into the
garden. Upon this, he arose from the fireside, where, finding himself
somewhat indisposed, he had been seated; and passed through a narrow
entry, which was on one side the hall, into the chamber, where he found
Lognac, with seven or eight of the forty-five; the King himself having
caused them to enter into that room very secretly before daybreak: the
rest of them were posted in the old closet, and all of them had great
poniards hid under their cloaks, expecting only the coming of the Duke of
Guise, to make sure work with him, whether it were in the chamber or in
the closet, in case he should retire thither for his defence.
There needed not so great a preparation for the killing of a single
man, who came thither without distrust of any thing that was designed
against him; and who, holding his hat in one hand, and with the other
the lappet of his cloak, which he had wrapt under his left arm, was in
no condition of defence. In this posture he advanced towards the old
closet, saluting very civilly, as his custom was, those gentlemen who
made show of attending him out of respect, as far as the door. And as
in lifting up the hangings, with the help of one of them, he stooped to
enter, he was suddenly seized by the arms, and by the legs; and at the
same instant struck into the body before, with five or six poniards, and
from behind, into the nape of the neck, and the throat, which hindered
him from speaking one single word of all that he is made to say, or so
much as drawing out his sword. All that he could do, was to drag along
his murderers, with the last and strongest effort that he could make,
struggling and striving till he fell down at the beds-feet, where some
while after, with a deep groan, he yielded up his breath.
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