Enter the King of France, Duke of Guise, Epernoune, and Duke Joyeux.
King.
My sweet Joyeux, I make thee Generall,
Of all my army now in readines:
To march against the rebellious King Navarre,
At thy request I am content thou goe,
Although my love to thee can hardly suffer,
Regarding still the danger of thy life.
Joyeux.
Thanks to your Majestie, and so I take my leave.
Farwell my Lord of Guise and Epernoune.
Guise.
Health and harty farwell to my Lord Joyeux. Exit Joyeux.
King.
So kindely Cosin of Guise you and your wife doe both salute our lovely Minions.
Guise.
How now my Lord, faith this is more then need,
Am I thus to be jested at and scornde?
Tis more then kingly or Emperious.
And sure if all the proudest Kings in
Christendome, should beare me such derision:
They should know how I scornde them and their mockes.
I love your Minions, dote on them your selfe,
I know none els but holdes them in disgrace:
And heer by all the Saints in heaven I sweare,
That villain for whom I beare this deep disgrace:
Even for your words that have incenst me so,
Shall buy that strumpets favour with his blood.
Whether he have dishonoured me or no.
Par la mor du, Il mora.Exit.
King.
Beleeve me this jest bites sore.
Eper.
My Lord, twere good to make them frends
For his othes are seldome spent in vaine.
Enter Mugeroun.
King.
How now Mugeroun, metst thou not the Guise at the doore?
Muge.
Not I my Lord, what if I had?
King.
Marry if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab,
For he hath solemnely sworne thy death.
Muge.
I may be stabd, and live till he be dead,
But wherfore beares he me such deadly hate?
King.
Because his wife beares thee such kindely love.
Muge.
If that be all, the next time that I meet her,
Ile make her shake off love with her heeles.
But which way is he gone, Ile goe take a walk on purpose from the Court to meet with him. Exit.
King.
I like not this, come Epernoune lets goe seek the Duke and make them freends. Exeunt.