Grillon in. All that I beg you now,
Is to be hushed upon the consultation,
As urns, that never blab.

_Qu. M._ Doubt not your friends;
Love them, and then you need not fear your foes.

_Enter_ GRILLON.

_King._ Welcome, my honest man, my old tried friend.
Why dost thou fly me, Grillon, and retire?

_Gril._ Rather let me demand your majesty,
Why fly you from yourself? I've heard you say,
You'd arm against the League; why do you not?
The thoughts of such as you, are starts divine;
And when you mould with second cast the spirit,
The air, the life, the golden vapour's gone.

_King._ Soft, my old friend; Guise plots upon my life;
Polin shall tell thee more. Hast thou not heard
The insufferable affronts he daily offers,--
War without treasure on the Huguenots;
While I am forced against my bent of soul,
Against all laws, all custom, right, succession,
To cast Navarre from the Imperial line?

_Gril._ Why do you, sir? Death, let me tell the traitor--

_King._ Peace, Guise is going to his government;
You are his foe of old; go to him, Grillon;
Visit him as from me, to be employed
In this great war against the Huguenots;
And, pr'ythee, tell him roundly of his faults,
No farther, honest Grillon.

_Gril._ Shall I fight him?

_King._ I charge thee, not.

_Gril._ If he provokes me, strike him;
You'll grant me that?

_King._ Not so, my honest soldier;
Yet speak to him.

_Gril._ I will, by heaven, to the purpose;
And, if he force a beating, who can help it? [_Exit._

_King._ Follow, Alphonso; when the storm is up,
Call me to part them.

_Qu. M._ Grillon, to ask him pardon,
Will let Guise know we are not in the dark.

_King._ You hit the judgment; yet, O yet, there's more;
Something upon my heart, after these counsels,
So soft, and so unworthy to be named!--

_Qu. M._ They say, that Grillon's niece is come to court,
And means to kiss your hand. [_Exit._

_King._ Could I but hope it!
O my dear father, pardon me in this,
And then enjoin me all that man can suffer;
But sure the powers above will take our tears
For such a fault--love is so like themselves. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.--_The Louvre._

_Enter_ GUISE, _attended with his Family;_ MARMOUTIERE _meeting him
new drest, attended, &c._

_Gui._ Furies! she keeps her word, and I am lost;
Yet let not my ambition shew it to her;
For, after all, she does it but to try me,
And foil my vow