_Gril._ Ha! darest thou justify
Those villains?
_Gui._ I'll not justify a villain,
More than yourself; but if you thus proceed,
If every heated breath can puff away,
On each surmise, the lives of free-born people,
What need that awful general convocation,
The assembly of the states?--nay, let me urge,--
If thus they vilify the Holy League,
What may their heads expect?
_Gril._ What, if I could,
They should be certain of,--whole piles of fire.
_Gui._ Colonel, 'tis very well I know your mind,
Which, without fear, or flattery to your person,
I'll tell the king; and then, with his permission,
Proclaim it for a warning to our people.
_Gril._ Come, you're a murderer yourself within,
A traitor.
_Gui._ Thou a ---- hot old hair-brained fool.
_Gril._ You were complotter with the cursed League,
The black abettor of our Harry's death.
_Gui._ 'Tis false.
_Gril._ 'Tis true, as thou art double-hearted:
Thou double traitor, to conspire so basely;
And when found out, more basely to deny't.
_Gui._ O gracious Harry, let me sound thy name,
Lest this old rust of war, this knotty trifler,
Should raise me to extremes.
_Gril._ If thou'rt a man,
That didst refuse the challenge of Navarre,
Come forth[10].
_Gui._ Go on; since thou'rt resolved on death,
I'll follow thee, and rid thy shaking soul.
_Enter King, Queen-Mother,_ ALPHONSO, _Abbot, &c.
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