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ALL。 Vive le Roy； vive le Roy。
Sound trumpets。
KING。 Thanks to you al。 The guider of all crownes；
Graunt that our deeds may wel deserve your loves：
And so they shall； if fortune speed my will；
And yeeld our thoughts to height of my desertes。
What say our Minions； think they Henries heart
Will not both harbour love and Majestie？
Put of that feare； they are already joynde；
No person； place； or time； or circumstance；
Shall slacke my loves affection from his bent。
As now you are； so shall you still persist；
Remooveles from the favours of your King。
MUGEROUN。 We know that noble minces change not their thoughts
For wearing of a crowne： in that your grace；
Hath worne the Poland diadem； before
You were withvested in the crowne of France。
KING。 I tell thee Mugeroun we will be freends；
And fellowes to； what ever stormes arise。
MUGEROUN。 Then may it please your Majestie to give me leave；
To punish those that doe prophane this holy feast。
He cuts of the Cutpurse eare； for cutting of the golde
buttons off his cloake。
KING。 How meanst thou that？
CUTPURSE。 O Lord； mine eare。
MUGEROUN。 Come sir； give me my buttons and heers your eare。
GUISE。 Sirra； take him away。
KING。 Hands of good fellow； I will be his baile
For this offence： goe sirra； worke no more；
Till this our Coronation day be past：
And now；
Our rites of Coronation done；
What now remaines； but for a while to feast；
And spend some daies in barriers； tourny； tylte；
And like disportes； such as doe fit the Coutr？
Lets goe my Lords； our dinner staies for us。
Goe out all； but the Queene ＇Mother＇ and the Cardinall。
QUEENE MOTHER。 My Lord Cardinall of Loraine； tell me；
How likes your grace my sonnes pleasantnes？
His mince you see runnes on his minions；
And all his heaven is to delight himselfe：
And whilste he sleepes securely thus in ease；
Thy brother Guise and we may now provide；
To plant our selves with such authoritie；
That not a man may live without our leaves。
Then shall the Catholick faith of Rome；
Flourish in France； and none deny the same。
Cardinall Madam； as I in secresy was tolde；
My brother Guise hath gathered a power of men；
Which are he saith； to kill the Puritans；
But tis the house of Burbon that he meanest
Now Madam must you insinuate with the King；
And tell him that tis for his Countries good；
And common profit of Religion。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Tush man； let me alone with him；
To work the way to bring this thing to passe：
And if he doe deny what I doe say；
Ile dispatch him with his brother presently。
And then shall Mounser weare the diadem。
Tush； all shall dye unles I have my will：
For while she lives Katherine will be Queene。
Come my Lord； let us goe to seek the Guise；
And then determine of this enterprise。
Exeunt。
＇Scene xiii＇
Enter the Duchesse of Guise； and her Maide。
DUCHESSE。 Goe fetch me pen and inke。
MAID。 I will Madam。
Exit Maid。
DUCHESSE。 That I may write unto my dearest Lord。
Sweet Mugeroune； tis he that hath my heart；
And Guise usurpes it； cause I am his wife：
Faine would I finde some means to speak with him
But cannot； and therfore am enforst to write；
That he may come and meet me in some place；
Where we may one injoy the others sight。
Enter the Maid with Inke and Paper。
So； set it down and leave me to my selfe。
O would to God this quill that heere doth write；
She writes。
Had late been plucks from out faire Cupids wing：
That it might print these lines within his heart。
Enter the Guise。
GUISE。 What； all alone my love； and writing too：
I prethee say to whome thou writes？
DUCHESSE。 To such a one ； as when she reads my lines；
Will laugh I feare me at their good aray。
GUISE。 I pray thee let me see。
DUCHESSE。 O no my Lord； a woman only must
Partake the secrets of my heart。
GUISE。 But Madam I must see。
He takes it。
Are these your secrets that no man must know？
DUCHESSE。 O pardon me my Lord。
GUISE。 Thou trothles and unjust； what lines are these？
Am I growne olde； or is thy lust growne yong；
Or hath my love been so obscurde in thee；
That others need to comment on my text？
Is all my love forgot which helde thee deare？
I； dearer then the apple of mine eye？
Is Guises glory but a clowdy mist；
In sight and judgement of thy lustfull eye？
Mor du； were not the fruit within thy wombe；
On whose encrease I set some longing hope：
This wrathfull hand should strike thee to the hart
Hence strumpet； hide thy head for shame；
And fly my presence if thou look'st to live。
Exit ＇Duchesse＇。
O wicked sexe； perjured and unjust；
Now doe I see that from the very first；
Her eyes and lookes sow'd seeds of perjury；
But villaine he to whom these lines should goe；
Shall buy her love even with his dearest bloud。
Exit。
＇Scene xiv＇
Enter the King of Navarre； Pleshe and Bartus； and their train；
with drums and trumpets。
NAVARRE。 Now Lords； since in a quarrell just and right；
We undertake to mannage these our warres
Against the proud disturbers of the faith；
I meane the Guise； the Pope； and King of Spaine；
Who set themselves to tread us under foot；
And rend our true religion from this land：
But for you know our quarrell is no more；
But to defend their strange inventions；
Which they will put us to with sword and fire：
We must with resolute minces resolve to fight；
In honor of our God and countries good。
Spaine is the counsell chamber of the pope；
Spaine is the place where he makes peace and warre；
And Guise for Spaine hath now incenst the King；
To send his power to meet us in the field。
BARTUS。 Then in this bloudy brunt they may beholde；
The sole endevour of your princely care；
To plant the true succession of the faith；
In spite of Spaine and all his heresies。
NAVARRE。 The power of vengeance now implants it selfe；
Upon the hauty mountains of my brest：
Plaies with her goary coulours of revenge；
Whom I respect as leaves of boasting greene；
That change their coulour when the winter comes；
When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge。
Enter a Messenger。
How now sirra； what newes？
MESSENGER。 My Lord； as by our scoutes we understande；
A mighty army comes from France with speed：
Which is already mustered in the land；
And meanesto meet your highnes in the field。
NAVARRE。 In Gods name； let them come。
This is the Guise that hath incenst the King；
To leavy armes and make these civill broyles：
But canst thou tell me who is their generall？
MESSENGER。 Not yet my Lord； for thereon doe they stay：
But as report doth goe； the Duke of Joyeux
Hath made great sute unto the King therfore。
NAVARRE。 It will not countervaile his paines I hope；
I would the Guise in his s