at Paris.
All.
You will give us our money.
Cap.
I, I, feare not, stand close, so be resolute:
Now fals the star whose influence governes France,
Whose light was deadly to the Protestants:
Now must he fall and perish in his height.
Enter the King and Epernoune.
King.
Cap.
They be my good Lord.
King.
But are they resolute and armde to kill,
Hating the life and honour of the Guise?
Cap.
I warrant ye my Lord.
King.
Then come proud Guise and heere disgordge thy brest,
Surchargde with surfet of ambitious thoughts:
Breath out that life wherein my death was hid,
And end thy endles treasons with thy death.
Enter the Guise and knocketh.
Guise.
Eper.
Mounted his royall Cabonet.
Guise.
I prethee tell him that the Guise is heere.
Eper.
And please your grace the Duke of Guise,
doth
