Nav. And that's the cause that Guise so frowns at us, And beats his brains to catch us in his trap, Which he hath pitched within his deadly toil. Come, my lords, let's go to the church, and pray That God may still defend the right of France, And make his Gospel flourish in this land. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Guise. [350]
Guise. If ever Hymen lour'd at marriage rites, And had his altars decked with dusky lights; If ever sun stained heaven with bloody clouds, And made it look with terror on the world; If ever day were turned to ugly night, And night made semblance of the hue of hell; This day, this hour, this fatal night, Shall fully show the fury of them all.— Apothecary!
Enter Apothecary.
Apoth. My lord?10
Guise. Now shall I prove, and guerdon to the full, The love thou bear'st unto the house of Guise. Where are those perfumed gloves which [late] I sent To be poisoned? hast thou done them? speak; Will every savour breed a pang of death?
Apoth. See where they be, my good lord; and he that smells But to them, dies.
Guise. Then thou remainest resolute?
Apoth. I am, my lord, in what your grace commands, Till death.