_ The axe, the axe:
Rebellion's pampered to a pleurisy,
And it must bleed. [_Shout within._
_Abb._ Hark, what a shout was there!
I'll to the king; it may be, 'tis reported
On purpose thus.
Let there be truth or lies
In this mad fame, I'll bring you instant word. [_Exit Abbot._
_Manet_ GRILLON: _Enter_ GUISE, CARDINAL, MAYENNE, MALICORN,
_Attendants, &c. Shouts again._
_Gril._ Death, and thou devil Malicorn, is that
Thy master?
_Gui._ Yes, Grillon, 'tis the Guise;
One, that would court you for a friend.
_Gril._ A friend!
Traitor thou mean'st, and so I bid thee welcome;
But since thou art so insolent, thy blood
Be on thy head, and fall by me unpitied. [_Exit._
_Gui._ The bruises of his loyalty have crazed him. [_Shouts louder._
_Spirit within sings._
_Malicorn, Malicorn, Malicorn, ho!
If the Guise resolves to go,
I charge, I warn thee let him know,
Perhaps his head may lie too low._
_Gui._ Why, Malicorn.
_Mal._ [_Starting._] Sir, do not see the king.
_Gui._ I will.
_Mal._ 'Tis dangerous.
_Gui._ Therefore I will see him,
And so report my danger to the people.
Halt--to your judgment.--[MALICORN _makes signs of Assassination._]
Let him, if he dare.--
But more, more, more;--why, Malicorn!--again?
I thought a look, with us, had been a language;
I'll talk my mind on any point but this
By glances;--ha! not yet? thou mak'st me blush
At thy delay; why, man, 'tis more than life,
Ambition, or a crown[12].
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