Nav. How many noblemen have lost their lives In prosecution of these cruel arms,10 Is ruth, and almost death, to call to mind. But God 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.
Enter Mugeroun.11
What, are ye come so soon? have at ye, sir! [Shoots at Mugeroun and kills him. [412]
Guise [Giving a purse]. Hold thee, tall soldier, take thee this, and fly. [Exit Soldier. Lie there, the king's delight, and Guise's scorn! Revenge it, Henry, as thou list or dare; I did it only in despite of thee. [Attendants bear off Mugeroun's body.
Enter King Henry and Epernoun.
Henry. My Lord of Guise, we understand That you have gatherèd a power of men: What your intent is yet we cannot learn, But we presume it is not for our good.20