_ And therefore are we met; the whole sixteen,
That sway the crowd of Paris, guide their votes,
Manage their purses, persons, fortunes, lives,
To mount the Guise, where merit calls him, high,
And give him a whole heaven for room to shine.
_Enter Curate of St_ EUSTACE.
_Buss._ The curate of St Eustace comes at last:
But, father, why so late?
_Cur._ I have been taking godly pains to satisfy some scruples raised
amongst weak brothers of our party, that were staggering in the cause.
_Pol._ What could they find to object?
_Cur._ They thought, to arm against the king was treason.
_Buss._ I hope you set them right?
_Cur._ Yes; and for answer, I produced this book.
A Calvinist minister of Orleans
Writ this, to justify the admiral
For taking arms against the king deceased;
Wherein he proves, that irreligious kings
May justly be deposed, and put to death.
_Buss._ To borrow arguments from heretic books,
Methinks, was not so prudent.
_Cur._ Yes; from the devil, if it would help our cause.
The author was indeed a heretic;
The matter of the book is good and pious.
_Pol._ But one prime article of our Holy League
Is to preserve the king, his power, and person.
_Cur._ That must be said, you know, for decency;
A pretty blind to make the shoot secure.
_Buss._ But did the primitive Christians e'er rebel,
When under heathen lords? I hope they did.
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