_Enter_[405] _the_ KING OF NAVARRE, PLESHe, BARTUS, _and train, with drums and trumpets_.

_Nav._ My lords, sith in a quarrel just and right We undertake to manage these our wars Against the proud disturbers of the faith (I mean the Guise, the Pope, and king of Spain, Who set themselves to tread us under foot, And rent our true religion from this land; But for you know our quarrel is no more But to defend[406] their strange inventions, Which they will put us to with sword and fire), We must with resolute minds resolve to fight, 10 In honour of our G.o.d, and country"s good.

Spain is the council-chamber of the Pope, Spain is the place where he makes peace and war; And Guise for Spain hath now incensed the king To send his power to meet us in the field.

_Bar._ Then in this b.l.o.o.d.y brunt they may behold The sole endeavour of your princely care, To plant the true succession of the faith, In spite of Spain and all his heresies.

_Nav._ The power of vengeance now encamps itself 20 Upon the haughty mountains of my breast; Plays with her gory colours of revenge, Whom I respect as leaves of boasting green, That change their colour when the winter comes, When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge.

_Enter a_ Messenger.

How now, sirrah! what news?

_Mes._ My lord, as by our scouts we understand, A mighty army comes from France with speed; Which are already mustered in the land, And mean to meet your highness in the field. 30

_Nav._ In G.o.d"s name, let them come!

This is the Guise that hath incensed the king To levy arms, and make these civil broils.

But canst thou tell who is their general?

_Mes._ Not yet, my lord, for thereon do they stay; But, as report doth go, the Duke of Joyeux Hath made great suit unto the king therefore.

_Nav._ It will not countervail his pains, I hope.

I would the Guise in his stead might have come!

But he doth lurk within his drowsy couch, 40 And makes his footstool on security: So he be safe, he cares not what becomes Of king or country; no, not for them both.

But come, my lords, let us away with speed, And place ourselves in order for the fight.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE XVII.

_Enter_[407] KING HENRY, GUISE, EPERNOUN, _and_ JOYEUX.

_Henry._ My sweet Joyeux, I make thee general Of all my army, now in readiness To march "gainst the rebellious King Navarre; At thy request I am content thou go, Although my love to thee can hardly suffer["t], Regarding still the danger of thy life.

_Joyeux._ Thanks to your majesty: and so, I take my leave.-- Farewell to my Lord of Guise, and Epernoun.

_Guise._ Health and hearty farewell to my Lord Joyeux.

[_Exit_ JOYEUX.

_Henry._ So kindly, cousin of Guise, you and your wife Do both salute our lovely minions. 11 Remember you the letter, gentle sir, Which your wife writ To my dear minion, and her chosen friend? [_Makes horns at_ GUISE.

_Guise._ How now, my Lord! faith, this is more than need.

Am I thus to be jested at and scorn"d?

"Tis more than kingly or emperious: And, sure, if all the proudest kings In Christendom should bear me such derision, They should know how I scorn"d them and their mocks. 20 I love your minions! dote on them yourself; I know none else but holds them in disgrace; And here, by all the saints in heaven, I swear, That villain for whom I bear this deep disgrace, Even for your words that have incens"d me so, Shall buy that strumpet"s favour with his blood!

Whether he have dishonour"d me or no, _Par la mort de Dieu_[408] _il mourra!_ [_Exit._

_Henry._ Believe me, this jest bites sore.

_Eper._ My lord, "twere good to make them friends, 30 For his oaths are seldom spent in vain.

_Enter_ MUGEROUN.

_Henry._ How now, Mugeroun! mett"st thou not the Guise at the door?

_Mug._ Not I, my lord; what if I had?

_Henry._ Marry, if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab, For he hath solemnly sworn thy death.

_Mug._ I may be stabb"d, and live till he be dead: But wherefore bears he me such deadly hate?

_Henry._ Because his wife bears thee such kindly love.

_Mug._ If that be all, the next time that I meet her, I"ll make her shake off love with her heels. 40 But which way is he gone? I"ll go take[409] a walk On purpose from the court to meet with him. [_Exit._

_Henry._ I like not this. Come, Epernoun, Let us go seek the duke, and make them friends.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE XVIII.

_Alarums within, and a cry_--"_The_ DUKE JOYEUX _is slain_."

_Enter_[410] _the_ KING OF NAVARRE, BARTUS, _and train_.

_Nav._ The duke is slain, and all his power dispers"d, And we are graced with wreaths of victory.

Thus G.o.d, we see, doth ever guide the right, To make his glory great upon the earth.

_Bar._ The terror of this happy victory, I hope, will make the king surcease his hate, And either never manage army more, Or else employ them in some better cause.

_Nav._ How many n.o.blemen have lost their lives In prosecution of these cruel arms, 10 Is ruth, and almost death, to call to mind.

But G.o.d we know will always put them down That lift themselves against the perfect truth; Which I"ll maintain so long as life doth last,

And with the Queen of England join my force To beat the papal monarch from our lands, And keep those relics from our countries" coasts.

Come, my lords; now that this storm is over-past, Let us away with triumph to our tents.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE XIX.

_Enter_[411] _a_ Soldier.

_Sold._ Sir, to you, sir, that dares make the duke a cuckold, and use a counterfeit key to his privy-chamber-door; and although you take out nothing but your own, yet you put in that which displeaseth him, and so forestall his market, and set up your standing where you should not; and whereas he is your landlord, you will take upon you to be his, and till the ground that he himself should occupy, which is his own free land; if it be not too free--there"s the question; and though I come not to take possession (as I would I might!), yet I mean to keep you out; which I will, if this gear hold. 11

_Enter_ MUGEROUN.

What, are ye come so soon? have at ye, sir!

[_Shoots at_ MUGEROUN _and kills him_.[412]

_Enter_ GUISE _and_ Attendants.