Enter [Henry] the King of France, Duke of Guise, Epernoune,
and Duke Joyeux.
KING
My sweet Joyeux, I make thee Generall,
Of all my army now in readines,
To march against the rebellious King Navarre:
At thy request I am content thou go'st,
Although my love to thee can hardly suffer't,
Regarding still the danger of thy life.
JOYEUX
Thanks to your Majestie, and so I take my leave.
Farwell my Lord of Guise and Epernoune.
GUISE
Health and harty farwell to my Lord Joyeux.
KING
How kindely Cosin of Guise you and your wife
Doe both salute our lovely Minions.
Remember you the letter gentle sir,
Which your wife writ to my deare Minion,
And her chosen freend?
GUISE
How now my Lord, faith this is more then need,
Am I to be thus jested at and scornde?
Tis more then kingly or Emperious.
And sure if all the proudest kings beside
In Christendome, should beare me such derision,
They should know I scornde them and their mockes.
I love your Minions? dote on them your selfe,
I know none els but hordes them in disgrace:
And heer by all the Saints in heaven I sweare,
That villain for whom I beare this deep disgrace,
Even for your words that have incenst me so,
Shall buy that strumpets favour with his blood,
Whether he have dishonoured me or no.
Par la mor du, Il mora.
KING
Beleeve me, Epernoune this jest bites sore.
EPERNOUNE
My Lord, twere good to make them frends,
For his othes are seldome spent in vaine.
KING
How now Mugeroun, metst thou not the Guise at the doore?
MUGEROUN
Not I my Lord, what if I had?
KING
Marry if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab,
For he hath solemnely sworne thy death.
MUGEROUN
I may be stabd, and live till he be dead,
But wherfore beares he me such deadly hate?
KING
Because his wife beares thee such kindely love.
MUGEROUN
If that be all, the next time that I meet her,
Ile make her shake off love with her heeles.
But which way is he gone? Ile goe take a walk
On purpose from the Court to meet with him.
KING
I like not this, come Epernoune
Lets goe seek the Duke and make them freends.
