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Your eminence comes late.
_Enter two Cardinals, Counsellors, the Cardinal of_ GUISE,
_Arch-bishop of Lyons, last the_ GUISE.
_Gui._ Well, colonel, are we friends?
_Gril._ 'Faith, I think not.
_Gui._ Give me your hand.
_Gril._ No, for that gives a heart.
_Gui._ Yet we shall clasp in heaven.
_Gril._ By heaven, we shall not,
Unless it be with gripes.
_Gui._ True Grillon still.
_Larch._ My lord.
_Gui._ Ha! captain, you are well attended:
If I mistake not, sir, your number's doubled.
_Larch._ All these have served against the heretics;
And therefore beg your grace you would remember
Their wounds and lost arrears[21].
_Gui._ It shall be done.--
Again, my heart! there is a weight upon thee,
But I will sigh it off.--Captain, farewell.
[_Exeunt Cardinal,_ GUISE, _&c._
_Gril._ Shut the hall-door, and bar the castle-gates:
March, march there closer yet, captain, to the door. [_Exeunt._
SCENE III.--_The Council-hall._
_Gui._ I do not like myself to-day.
_Arch._ A qualm! he dares not.
_Card._ That's one man's thought; he dares, and that's another's.
_Enter_ GRILLON.
_Gui._ O Marmoutiere! ha, never see thee more?
Peace, my tumultuous heart! why jolt my spirits
In this unequal circling of my blood?
I'll stand it while I may. O mighty nature!
Why this alarm? why dost thou call me on
To fight, yet rob my limbs of all their use? [_Swoons.
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