Note 411 — SCENE XIX.
Reading edition
Scene: outside the Louvre.—In his Hist. of Eng. Dram. Poetry, iii. 134 (old ed.), Collier printed a portion (given below) of this scene from a fragment of a MS. copy. It will be seen that the printed text was much mutilated.
Enter a Souldier with a muskett.
Souldier. Now, sir, to you that dares make a duke a cuckolde, and use a counterfeyt key to his privye chamber: though you take out none but your owne treasure, yett you put in that displeases him, and fill up his rome that he shold occupye. Herein, sir, you forestalle the markett, and sett up your standinge where you shold not. But you will saye you leave him rome enoghe besides: that's no answere; he's to have the choyce of his owne freeland; yf it be not too free, there's the questione. Nowe, for where he is your landlorde, you take upon you to be his, and will needs enter by defaulte: what though you were once in possession, yett comminge upon you once unawares, he frayde you out againe; therefore your entrye is mere intrusione: this is against the law, sir: and though I come not to keepe possessione (as I wolde I might!), yet I come to keepe you out, sir.
Enter Minion. You are wellcome, sir: have at you! [He kills him. Minion. Trayterouse Guise, ah, thou hast morthered me! Enter Guise. Guise. Hold the[e], tall soldier! take the[e] this, and flye. [Exit Soldier. Thus fall, imperfett exhalatione, Which our great sonn of France cold not effecte; A fyery meteor in the fermament: Lye there, the kinge's delyght and Guise's scorne! Revenge it, Henry, yf thou list or darst: I did it onely in dispight of thee. Fondlie hast thou incenste the Guise's sowle, That of it selfe was hote enough to worke Thy just degestione with extreamest shame. The armye I have gatherd now shall ayme, More at thie end then exterpatione; And when thou thinkst I have forgotten this, And that thou most reposest in my faythe, Than will I wake thee from thy folishe dreame, And lett thee see thie selfe my prysoner. [Exeunt."