And nothing but your stay shall hinder me;
For now, methinks, I long for't.

_Gui._ Possible!

_Mar._ I'll give you yet a little time to think;
But, if I hear you go to take your leave,
I'll meet you there; before the throne I'll stand,--
Nay you shall see me kneel and kiss his hand. [_Exit._

_Gui._ Furies and hell! She does but try me,--Ha!
This is the mother-queen, and Espernon,
Abbot Delbene, Alphonso Corso too,
All packed to plot, and turn me into madness. [_Reading the Letter._

_Enter Cardinal_ GUISE, _Duke Of_ MAYENNE, MALICORN, _&c._

Ha! can it be! "Madam, the king loves you."-- [_Reads._
But vengeance I will have; to pieces, thus,
To pieces with them all. [_Tears the Letter._

_Card._ Speak lower.

_Gui._ No;
By all the torments of this galling passion,
I'll hollow the revenge I vow, so loud,
My father's ghost shall hear me up to heaven.

_Card._ Contain yourself; this outrage will undo us.