at Paris.
So will I triumph over this wanton King,
And he shall follow my proud Chariots wheeles.
Now doe I but begin to look about,
And all my former time was spent in vaine:
Holde Sworde, for in thee is the Duke of Guises hope.
Enter one of the Murtherers.
Villaine, why dost thou look so gastly? speake.
Mur.
O pardon me my Lord of Guise.
Guise.
Pardon thee, why what hast thou done?
Mur.
O my Lord, I am one of them that is set to murder you.
Guise.
To murder me villaine.
Mur.
I my Lord, the rest have taine their standings in the next roome, therefore good my Lord goe not foorth.
Guise.
Yet Cæsar shall goe forth, let mean consaits, and baser men feare death: tut they are pesants, I am Duke of Guise: and princes with their lookes, ingender feare.
1.
Stand close, he is comming, I know him by his voice.
Guise.
As pale as ashes, nay then tis time to look about.
All.
Downe with him, downe with him. They stabbe him.
Guise.
Oh I have my deaths wound, give me leave to speak.
2. Then
