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_Card._ Ha! he's fallen, chafe him. He comes again.
_Gui._ I beg your pardons; vapours, no more.
_Gril._ The effect
Of last night's lechery with some working whore[22].
_Enter_ REVOL.
_Rev._ My lord of Guise, the king would speak with you.
_Gui._ O cardinal, O Lyons!--but no more;
Yes, one word more: thou hast a privilege [_To the Cardinal._
To speak with a recluse; O therefore tell her,
If never thou behold'st me breathe again,
Tell her I sighed it last.--O Marmoutiere! [_Exit bowing._
_Card._ You will have all things your own way, my lord.
By heaven, I have strange horror on my soul.
_Arch._ I say again, that Henry dares not do it.
_Card._ Beware, your grace, of minds that bear like him.
I know he scorns to stoop to mean revenge;
But when some mightier mischief shocks his toure,
He shoots at once with thunder on his wings,
And makes it air.--but hark, my lord, 'tis doing!
_Guise within._] Murderers, villains!
_Arch._ I hear your brother's voice; run to the door.
CARD. _and_ ARCH. _run to the door._
_Card._ Help, help, the Guise is murdered!
_Arch._ Help, help!
_Gril._ Cease your vain cries, you are the king's prisoners;--
Take them, Dugast, into your custody.
_Card._ We must obey, my lord, for heaven calls us. [_Exeunt._
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