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 Then Guise since thou hast all the Cardes, Within thy hands to shuffle or cut, take this as surest thing: That right or wrong, thou deale thy selfe a King. I but, Navarre, Navarre, tis but a nook of France, Sufficient yet for such a pettie King: That with a rablement of his hereticks, Blindes Europs eyes and troubleth our estate: Him will we But first lets follow those in France, That hinder our possession to the crowne: As Cæsar to his souldiers, so say I: Those that hate me, will I learn to loath. Give me a look, that when I bend the browes, Pale death may walke in furrowes of my face: A hand, that with a graspe may gripe the world, An eare, to heare what my detractors say, A royall seate, a scepter and a crowne: That those which doe beholde, them may become As men that stand and gase against the Sunne. The plot is laide, and things shall come to passe: Where resolution strives for victory.

Pothe. Maddame, I beseech your grace to except this simple gift.