_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 vowed design.--Madam, I see
You're come to court; the robes you wear become you;
Your air, your mien, your charms, your every grace,
Will kill at least your thousand in a day.
_Mar._ What, a whole day, and kill but one poor thousand!
An hour you mean, and in that hour ten thousand.
Yes, I would make with every glance a murder.
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