First Pro. O Monsieur de Guise, hear me but speak!
Guise. No, villain; that tongue of thine, That hath blasphem'd the holy Church of Rome, Shall drive no plaints into the Guise's ears, To make the justice of my heart relent.— Tuez, tuez, tuez! let none escape. [They kill the Protestants. So drag them away. [Exeunt with the bodies.
SCENE XIII.
Enter [392] King Charles, supported by the King of Navarre and Epernoun; Catherine the Queen-Mother, the Cardinal of Lorraine, Pleshé, [393] and Attendants.
Char. O, let me stay, and rest me here awhile! A griping pain hath seiz'd upon my heart; A sudden pang, the messenger of death.
Cath. O, say not so! thou kill'st thy mother's heart.
Char. I must say so; pain forceth me complain.
Nav. Comfort yourself, my lord, and have no doubt But God will sure restore you to your health.
Char. O no, my loving brother of Navarre! I have deserved a scourge, I must confess; Yet is their [394] patience of another sort10 Than to misdo the welfare of their king: God grant my nearest friends may prove no worse! O, hold me up, my sight begins to fail, My sinews shrink, my brains turn upside down; My heart doth break: I faint and die. [Dies.
Cath. Art thou dead, sweet son? speak to thy mother! O no, his soul is fled from out his breast, And he nor hears nor sees us what we do! My lords, what resteth there now to be done, But that we presently despatch ambassadors20 To Poland, to call Henry back again, To wear his brother's crown and dignity? Epernoun, go see it presently be done, And bid him come without delay to us.