_May._ Is this the heavenly--

_Gui._ Devil, devil, as they are all.
'Tis true, at first she caught the heavenly form,
But now ambition sets her on her head,
By hell, I see the cloven mark upon her.
Ha! Grillon here! some new court-trick upon me.

_Enter_ GRILLON.

_Gril._ Sir, I have business for your ear.

_Gui._ Retire. [_Exeunt his Followers._

_Gril._ The king, my lord, commanded me to wait you,
And bid you welcome to the court.

_Gui._ The king
Still loads me with new honours; but none greater
Than this, the last.

_Gril._ There is one greater yet,
Your high commission 'gainst the Huguenots;
I and my family shall shortly wait you,
And 'twill be glorious work.

_Gui._ If you are there,
There must be action.