Cap. I, I, fear not: stand close: so; be resolute. [Exeunt Murderers. Now falls the star whose influence governs France, Whose light was deadly to the Protestants: Now must he fall, and perish in his height.
Enter King Henry and Epernoun.
Henry. Now, captain of my guard, are these murderers ready?
Cap. They be, my good lord.
Henry. But are they resolute, and armed to kill, Hating the life and honour of the Guise?20
Cap. I warrant ye, my lord. [Exit.
Henry. Then come, proud Guise, and here disgorge thy breast, Surcharged with surfeit of ambitious thoughts; Breathe out that life wherein my death was hid, And end thy endless treasons with thy death. [Knocking within.
Guise [within]. Holà, varlet, hé!—Epernoun, where is the king?
Eper. Mounted [419] his royal cabinet.
Guise [within]. I prithee, tell him that the Guise is here.