MALICORN,
_Attendants, &c. Shouts again._

_Gril._ Death, and thou devil Malicorn, is that
Thy master?

_Gui._ Yes, Grillon, 'tis the Guise;
One, that would court you for a friend.

_Gril._ A friend!
Traitor thou mean'st, and so I bid thee welcome;
But since thou art so insolent, thy blood
Be on thy head, and fall by me unpitied. [_Exit._

_Gui._ The bruises of his loyalty have crazed him. [_Shouts louder._

_Spirit within sings._

_Malicorn, Malicorn, Malicorn, ho!
If the Guise resolves to go,
I charge, I warn thee let him know,
Perhaps his head may lie too low._

_Gui._ Why, Malicorn.

_Mal._ [_Starting._] Sir, do not see the king.

_Gui._ I will.

_Mal._ 'Tis dangerous.

_Gui._ Therefore I will see him,
And so report my danger to the people.
Halt--to your judgment.--[MALICORN _makes signs of Assassination._]
Let him, if he dare.--
But more, more, more;--why, Malicorn!--again?
I thought a look, with us, had been a language;
I'll talk my mind on any point but this
By glances;--ha! not yet? thou mak'st me blush
At thy delay; why, man, 'tis more than life,
Ambition, or a crown[12].

_Mal._ What, Marmoutiere?

_Gui._ Ay, there a general's heart beat like a drum!
Quick, quick! my reins, my back, and head and breast
Ache, as I'd been a horse-back forty hours.

_Mal._ She has seen the king.

_Gui._ I thought she might. A trick upon me; well.

_Mal._ Passion o' both sides.

_Gui._ His, thou meanest.

_Mal._ On hers.
Down on her knees.

_Gui._ And up again; no matter.

_Mal._ Now all in tears, now smiling, sad at parting.

_Gui._ Dissembled, for she told me this before;
'Twas all put on, that I might hear and rave.

_Mal._ And so, to make sure work on't, by consent
Of Grillon, who is made their bawd,--

_Gui._ Away!

_Mal._ She's lodged at court.

_Gui._ 'Tis false, they do belie her.

_Mal._ But, sir, I saw the apartment.

_Gui._ What, at court?

_Mal._ At court, and near the king; 'tis true, by heaven:
I never play'd you foul, why should you doubt me?

_Gui._ I would thou hadst, ere thus unmanned my heart!
Blood, battles, fire, and death! I run, I run!
With this last blow he drives me like a coward;
Nay, let me never win a field again,
If, with the thought of these irregular vapours,
The blood ha'nt burst my lips.

_Card._ Peace, brother.

_Gui._ By heaven, I took thee for my soul's