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The Duke of Guise a tragedy : acted by Their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Dryden and Mr. Lee.
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.
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King Queen Mother Alphonso Abbot c. But see the King I scorn to ruin thee Therefore go tell him tell him thy own Story King Ha Colonel is this your Friendly visit Tell me the truth how happen'd this disorder Those ruffl'd Hands red Looks and port of Fury Grill. I told him Sir since you will have it so He was the Author of the Rebel League Therefore a Traytor and a Murderer King Is' t possible Guise No matter Sir no matter A few hot words no more upon my Life The old Man rowz'd and shook himself a little So if your Majesty will do me Honour I do beseech you let the business die King Grillon submit your self and ask his pardon Grill. Pardon me I cannot do 't King Where are the Guards Guise Hold Sir come Colonel I 'le ask Pardon for you This Souldierly Embrace makes up the breach We will be sorry Sir for one another Grill. My Lord I know not what to answer you I 'm friends and I am not and so farewell Exit King You have your Orders yet before you go Take this Embrace I court you for my Friend Tho' Grillon wou'd not Guise I thank you on my Knees And still while Life shall last will take strict care To justify my Loyalty to your Person Exit Q. M. Excellent Loyalty to lock you up King I see even to the bottom of his Soul And Madam I must say the Guise has Beauties But they are set in Night and foul Design He was my Friend when young and might be still Abbot Mark'd you his hollow accents at the parting Q. M. Graves in his Smiles King Death in his bloodless Hands O Marmoutiere now I will haste to meet thee The Face of Beauty on this rising Horrour Looks like the midnight-Moon upon a Murder It gilds the dark design that stays for Fate And drives the Shades that thicken from the State ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Grillon and Polin Grill. HAve then this Pious Council of Sixteen Scented your late Discovery of the Plot Pol. Not as from me for still I kennel with them And bark as loud as the most deep-mouth'd Traytor Against the King his Government and Laws Whereon immediately there runs a Cry Of Seize him on the next Procession seise him And clap the Chilperick in a Monastry Thus it was fixt as I before discover'd But when against his Custom they perceiv'd The King absented streight the Rebels met And roar'd they were undone Grill. O 't is like 'em 'T is like their Mungrel Souls flesh 'em with Fortune And they will worry Royalty to Death But if some crabbed Virtue turn and pinch 'em Mark me they 'l run and yelp and clap their Tails Like Curs betwixt their Legs and howl for Mercy Pol. But Malicorn sagacious on the point Cry'd Call the Sheriffs and bid 'em arm their Bands Add yet to this to raise you above hope The Guise my Master will be here to day For on bare guess of what has been revealed He wing'd a Messenger to give him notice Yet spight of all this Factor of the Fiends Cou'd urge they slunk their Heads like Hinds in Storms But see they come Enter Sheriffs with the Populace Grill. Away I 'le have amongst 'em Fly to the King warn him of Guises coming That he may straight dispatch his strict Commands To stop him 1. Sher. Nay this is Colonel Grillon The Blunderbuss o' th' Court away away He carries Ammunition in his Face Grill. Hark you my Friends if you are not in haste Because you are the Pillars of the City I wou'd inform you of a General Ruine 2. Sher. Ruine to the City marry Heaven forbid Grill. Amen I say for look you I 'm your Friend 'T is blown about you 've plotted on the King To seize him if not kill him for who knows When once your Conscience yields how far 't will stretch Next quite to dash your firmest hopes in pieces The Duke of Guise is dead 1. Sher. Dead Colonel 2. Sher. Undone undone Grill. The World cannot redeem you For what Sirs if the King provok'd at last Should joyn the Spaniard and shou'd fire your City Paris your Head but a most Venemous one Which must be blooded 1. Sher. Blooded Colonel Grill. Ay blooded thou most Infamous Magistrate Or you will blood the King and burn the Louvre But ' ere that be fall million miscreant Souls Such Earth-born minds as yours for mark me Slaves Did you not Ages past consign your Lives Liberties Fortunes to Imperial hands Made 'em the Guardians of your sickly Years And now your grown up to a Boobies Greatness What wou'd you wrest the Scepter from his Hand Now by the Majestie of Kings I swear You shall as soon be sav'd for packing Juries 1. Sher. Why Sir mayn't Citizens be sav'd Grill. Yes Sir From drowning to be hangd burnt broke o' th' Wheel 1. Sher. Colonel you speak us plain Grill. A Plague confound you Why should I not what is there in such Raskals Should make me hide my Thought or hold my tongue Now in the Devils name what make you here Dawbing the inside of the Court like Snails Sliming our Walls and pricking out your Horns To hear I warrant what the King 's a doing And what the Cabinet-Council then to th' City To spread your monstrous Lyes and sow Sedition Wild-fire choak you 1. Sher. Well we 'll think of this And so we take our leaves Grill. Nay stay my Masters For I 'm a thinking now just whereabouts Grow the two tallest Trees in Arden Forest. 1. Sher. For what pray Colonel if we may be so bold Grill. Why to hang you upon the highest Branches Fore-God it will be so and I shall laugh To see you dangling to and fro i' th' Air With the honest Crows pecking your Traytors Limbs All. Good Colonel Grill. Good Rats my precious Vermin You moving Dirt you rank stark Muck o' th' World You Oven-Bats you things so far from Souls Like Dogs you 're out of Providence's reach And only fit for hanging but be gone And think of Plunderâ•ŒYou right Elder Sheriff Who Carv'd our Henry's Image on a Table At your Club-Feast and after stabb'd it through 1. Sher. Mercy good Colonel Grill. Run with your Nose to Earth Run Blood-hound run and scent out Royal Murder You second Rogue but equal to the first Plunder Go hang nay take your tackling with you For these shall hold you fast your Slaves shall hang you To the mid Region in the Sun Plunder be gone Vipers Asps and Adders Exeunt Sheriffs and People Enter Malicorn Ha but here comes a Fiend that soars above A Prince o' th' Air that sets the Mud a moving Mal. Collonel a word Grill. I hold no speech with Villains Mal. But Sir it may concern your Fame and Safety Gril. No matter I had rather die traduc'd Than live by such a Villains help as thine Mal. Hate then the Traytor but yet love the Treason Gril. Why are not you a
which shall be deputed Buss. 'T is most manifest that by Virtue of our Oath We are all Subjects to the Duke of Guise The King 's An Officer that has betray'd his Trust and therefore we have turn'd him out of Service Omnes Agreed agreed Enter the Duke of Guise Cardinal of Guise Aumale Torches before them The Duke takes the Chair Buss. Your Highness enters in a lucky hour Th'unanimous Vote you heard confirms your Choice As Head of Paris and the Holy League Card. I say Amen to that Pol. You are our Champion Buckler of our Faith Card. The King like Saul is Heaven 's repented Choice You his Anointed one on better thought Guise I 'm what you please to call me Any thing Lieutenant General Chief or Constable Good Decent Names that only mean your Slave Buss. You chas'd the Germans hence Exil'd Navarre And rescu'd France from Hereticks and Strangers Aum. What he and all of us have done is known What 's our Reward Our Offices are lost Turn'd out like Labour'd Oxen after Harvest To the bare Commons of the wither'd Field Buss. Our Charters will go next Because we Sheriffs Permit no Justice to be done on those The Court calls Rebels but we call them Saints Guise Yes we are all involv'd as Heads or Parties Dipt in the noisy Crime of State call'd Treason And Traitours we must be to King or Country Buss. Why then my Choice is made Pol. And mine Omn. And all Card. Heav'n is it self Head of the Holy League And all the Saints are Cov'nanters and Guisards Guise What say you Curate Cur. I hope well my Lord. Card. That is he hopes you mean to make him Abbot And he deserves your care of his Preferment For all his Prayers are Curses on the Government And all his Sermons Libels on the King In short a Pious Hearty Factious Priest Guise All that are here my Friends shall share my Fortunes There 's Spoil Preferments Wealth enough in France 'T is but deserve and have The Spanish King Consigns me fifty thousand Crowns a Week To raise and to foment a Civil-War 'T is true a Pension from a Foreign Prince Sounds Treason in the Letter of the Law But good intentions justify the deed Cur. Heaven's good the Cause is good the Money 's good No matter whence it comes Buss. Our City Bands are twenty thousand strong Well Disciplin'd well Arm'd well season'd Traitors Thick rinded heads that leave no room for Kernel Shop Consciences of proof against an Oath Preach'd up and ready tin'd for a Rebellion Guise Why then the Noble Plot is fit for birth And Labouring France cries out for Midwife-hands We miss'd surprizing of the King at Blois When last the States were held 't was over sight Beware we make not such another Blot Card. This Holy time of Lent we have him sure He goes unguarded mix'd with whipping Fryars In that Procession he 's more fit for Heav'n What hinders us to seize the Royal Penitent And close him in a Cloyster Cur. Or dispatch him I love to make all sure Guise No guard him safe Thin Diet will do well 't will starve him into Reason Till he exlude his Brother of Navarre And graft Succession on a worthier Choice To favour this five hundred Men in Arms Shall stand prepar'd to enter at your call And speed the Work St. Martins Gate was nam'd But the Sheriff Conty who Commands that Ward Refus'd me passage there Buss. I know that Conty A Sniveling Conscientious Loyal Rogue He 'll Peach and Ruine all Card. Give out he 's Arbitrary a Navarrist A Heretick discredit him betimes And make his Witness void Cur. I 'll swear him Guilty I swallow Oaths as easie as Snap-dragon Mock-Fire that never burns Guise Then Bussy be 't your care t' admit my Troops At Porte St. Honore rises Night wears apace And Day-light must not peep on Dark Designs I will my self to Court Pay Formal Duty Take leave and to my Government retire Impatient to be soon recall'd to see The King Imprison'd and the Nation free Exeunt all but Guise Enter Malicorn solus Mal. Each dismal Minute when I call to Mind The Promise that I made the Prince of Hell In one and twenty years to be his Slave Of which near twelve are gone my Soul runs back The Wards of reason rowl into their Spring O horrid thought but one and twenty years And twelve near past then to be steep'd in Fire Dash'd against Rocks or snatcht from molten Lead Reeking and dropping piece-meal born by Winds And quench'd ten thousand fathom in the deep But hark he comes see there my Blood stands still My Spirits start an end for Guise's Fate Knocking at the Door A Devil rises Mal. What Counsel does the Fate of Guise require Dev. Remember with his Prince there 's no delaâ—â— But the Sword drawn to fling the Sheath away Let not the fear of Hell his Spirit grieve The Tomb is still whatever Fools believe Laugh at the Tales which wither'd Sages bring Proverbs and Morals let the Waxen King That rules the Hive be born without a Sting Let Guise by Blood resolve to mount to Pow'r And he is Great as Mecha's Emperour He comes bid him not stand on Altar Vows But then strike deepest when he lowest bows Tell him Fate 's aw'd when an Usurper Springs And joyns to crow'd out Just Indulgent Kings Vanishes Enter the Duke of Guise and Duke of Mayen May. All Offices and Dignities he gives To your profest and most inveterate Foes But if he were inclin'd as we could wish him There is a Lady Regent at his Ear That never Pardons Guise Poyson on her Name Take my hand on 't that Cormorant Dowager Will never rest till she has all our Heads In her lap I was at Bayon with her When She the King and Grisly d'Alva met Methinks I see her listening now before me Marking the very motion of his Beard His Op'ning Nostrils and his Dropping Lids I hear him Croak too to the Gaping Council Fish for the great Fish take no care for Frogs Cut off the Poppy-Heads Sir Madam charm the Winds but fast the Billows will be still May. But Sir how comes it you should be thus warm Still pushing Councils when among your Friends Yet at the Court Cautious and cold as Age Your Voice your Eyes your Meen so different You seem to me two Men. Guise The Reason's plain Hot with my Friends because the Question giv'n I start the Judgment right where others drag This is the Eâ—â—â—â— of Equal Elements And Atoms justly pois'd nor should you wonder More at the strength of Body than of Mind 'T is equally the same to see me plunge Headlong into the Seine all over Arm'd And Plow against the Torrent to my point As 't was to hear my Judgment on the Germans This to another Man wou'd be a brag Or at the Court among my Enemies To be as I am here quite off my Guard Would make me such another thing