THE DUKE OF GUISE.


ACT I.

SCENE I.--_The Council of Sixteen seated; an empty Chair prepared for
the Duke of Guise._

BUSSY _and_ POLIN, _two of the Sixteen._

_Buss._ Lights there! more lights! What, burn the tapers dim,
When glorious Guise, the Moses, Gideon, David,
The saviour of the nation, makes approach?

_Pol._ And therefore are we met; the whole sixteen,
That sway the crowd of Paris, guide their votes,
Manage their purses, persons, fortunes, lives,
To mount the Guise, where merit calls him, high,
And give him a whole heaven for room to shine.

_Enter Curate of St_ EUSTACE.

_Buss._ The curate of St Eustace comes at last:
But, father, why so late?

_Cur._ I have been taking godly pains to satisfy some scruples raised
amongst weak brothers of our party, that were staggering in the cause.