_ With her majesty, your mother;
She has taken chair, and he walks bowing by her,
With thirty thousand rebels at his heels.
_King._ What's to be done? No pall upon my spirit;
But he that loves me best, and dares the most
On this nice point of empire, let him speak.
_Alph._ I would advise you, sir, to call him in,
And kill him instantly upon the spot.
_Abb._ I like Alphonso's counsel, short, sure work;
Cut off the head, and let the body walk.
_Enter_ QUEEN-MOTHER.
_Qu. M._ Sir, the Guise waits.
_King._ He enters on his fate.
_Qu. M._ Not so,--forbear; the city is up in arms;
Nor doubt, if, in their heat, you cut him off,
That they will spare the royal majesty.
Once, sir, let me advise, and rule your fury.
_King._ You shall: I'll see him, and I'll spare him now.
_Qu. M._ What will you say?
_King._ I know not;--
Colonel Grillon, call the archers in,
Double your guards, and strictly charge the Swiss
Stand to their arms, receive him as a traitor. [_Exit_ GRILLON.
My heart has set thee down, O Guise, in blood,--
Blood, mother, blood, ne'er to be blotted out.
_Qu. M._ Yet you'll relent, when this hot fit is over.
_King._ If I forgive him, may I ne'er be forgiven!
No, if I tamely bear such insolence,
What act of treason will the villains stop at?
Seize me, they've sworn; imprison me is the next,
Perhaps arraign me, and then doom me dead.
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