O jealousy of love!
Greater than fame! thou eldest of the passions,
Or rather all in one, I here invoke thee,
Where'er thou'rt throned in air, in earth, or hell,
Wing me to my revenge, to blood, and ruin!
_Card._ Have you no temper?
_Gui._ Pray, sir, give me leave.
A moment's thought;--ha, but I sweat and tremble,
My brain runs this and that way; it will not fix
On aught but vengeance.--Malicorn, call the people. [_Shouts within._
But hark, they shout again: I'll on and meet them;
Nay, head them to his palace, as my guards.
Yet more, on such exalted causes borne,
I'll wait him in his cabinet alone,
And look him pale; while in his courts without,
The people shout him dead with their alarms,
And make his mistress tremble in his arms. [_Exeunt._
SCENE II.
_Enter King and Council._ [_Shouts without._
_King._ What mean these shouts?
_Abb._ I told your majesty,
The sheriffs have puffed the populace with hopes
Of their deliverer. [_Shouts again._
_King._ Hark! there rung a peal
Like thunder: see, Alphonso, what's the cause.
_Enter_ GRILLON.
_Gril._ My lord, the Guise is come.
_King._ Is't possible! ha, Grillon, said'st thou, come?
_Gril._ Why droops the royal majesty? O sir!
_King._ O villain, slave, wert thou my late-born heir,
Given me by heaven, even when I lay a-dying--
But peace, thou festering thought, and hide thy wound;--
Where is he?
_Gril.
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