Card. Ha! he's fallen, chafe him. He comes again.
Gui. I beg your pardons; vapours, no more.
Gril. The effect
Of last night's lechery with some working whore[22].
Enter Revol.
Rev. My lord of Guise, the king would speak with you.
Gui. O cardinal, O Lyons!—but no more;
Yes, one word more: thou hast a privilege[To the Cardinal.
To speak with a recluse; O therefore tell her,
If never thou behold'st me breathe again,
Tell her I sighed it last.—O Marmoutiere![Exit bowing.
Card. You will have all things your own way, my lord.
By heaven, I have strange horror on my soul.
Arch. I say again, that Henry dares not do it.
Card. Beware, your grace, of minds that bear like him.
I know he scorns to stoop to mean revenge;
But when some mightier mischief shocks his toure,
119 He shoots at once with thunder on his wings,
And makes it air.—hut hark, my lord, 'tis doing!
Guise within.] Murderers, villains!