_ Devil, devil, as they are all.
'Tis true, at first she caught the heavenly form,
But now ambition sets her on her head,
By hell, I see the cloven mark upon her.
Ha! Grillon here! some new court-trick upon me.
_Enter_ GRILLON.
_Gril._ Sir, I have business for your ear.
_Gui._ Retire. [_Exeunt his Followers._
_Gril._ The king, my lord, commanded me to wait you,
And bid you welcome to the court.
_Gui._ The king
Still loads me with new honours; but none greater
Than this, the last.
_Gril._ There is one greater yet,
Your high commission 'gainst the Huguenots;
I and my family shall shortly wait you,
And 'twill be glorious work.
_Gui._ If you are there,
There must be action.
_Gril._ O, your pardon, sir;
I'm but a stripling in the trade of war:
But you, whose life is one continued broil,
What will not your triumphant arms accomplish!
You, that were formed for mastery in war.
That, with a start, cried to your brother Mayenne,--
"To horse!" and slaughtered forty thousand Germans[9].
_Gui._ Let me beseech you, colonel, no more.
_Gril._ But, sir, since I must make at least a figure
In this great business, let me understand
What 'tis you mean, and why you force the king
Upon so dangerous an expedition.
_Gui._ Sir, I intend the greatness of the king;
The greatness of all France, whom it imports
To make their arms their business, aim, and glory;
And where so proper as upon those rebels,
That covered all the state with blood and death?
_Gril.
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