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 Queene. Beleeve me Guise he becomes the place so well, As I could long ere this have wisht him there. But come lets walke aside, thair's not very sweet.

Guise. No by my faith Madam. Sirs, take him away and throw him in some ditch. And now Madam as I understand, There are a hundred Hugonets and more, Which in the woods doe holde their synagogue: And dayly meet about this time of day, And thither will I to put them to the sword.

Qu. Doe so sweet Guise, let us delay no time, For if these straglers gather head againe, And disperse themselves throughout the Realme of France, It will be hard for us to worke their deaths. Be gone, delay no time sweet Guise.

Guise. Madam, I goe as whirl-windes rage before a storme.

Qu. My Lord of Loraine have you markt of late, How Charles our sonne begins for to lament: For the late nights worke which my Lord of Guise Did make in Paris amongst the Hugonites?

Card. Madam, I have heard him solemnly vow, With the rebellious King of Navarre, For to revenge their deaths upon us all.

Qu. I, but my Lord let me alone for that, For Katherine must have her will in France: As I doe live, so surely shall he dye.