[_Exit_ MARMOUTIERE.
GUISE _solus._
_Gui._ Glory, where art thou? fame, revenge, ambition,
Where are you fled? there's ice upon my nerves;
My salt, my metal, and my spirits gone,
Palled as a slave, that's bed-rid with an ague,
I wish my flesh were off. [_Blood falls from his nose._
What now! thou bleed'st:--
Three, and no more!--what then? and why, what then?
But just three drops! and why not just three drops,
As well as four or five, or five and twenty?
_Enter a Page._
_Page._ My lord, your brother and the arch-bishop wait you.
_Gui._ I come;--down, devil!--ha! must I stumble too?
Away, ye dreams! what if it thundered now,
Or if a raven crossed me in my way?
Or now it comes, because last night I dreamt
The council-hall was hung with crimson round,
And all the ceiling plaistered o'er with black.
No more!--Blue fires, and ye dull rolling lakes,
Fathomless caves, ye dungeons of old night,
Phantoms, be gone! if I must die, I'll fall
True politician, and defy you all. [_Exit._
SCENE II.--_The Court before the Council-hall._
GRILLON, LARCHANT, _Soldiers placed, People crowding_
_Gril._ Are your guards doubled, captain?
_Larch._ Sir, they are.
_Gril._ When the Guise comes, remember your petition.--
Make way there for his eminence; give back.
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