I faint beneath this strong oppression here;
Reason and love rend my divided soul;
Heaven be the judge, and still let virtue conquer.
Love to his tune my jarring heart would bring,
But reason over-winds, and cracks the string. [_Exit._

_Abb._ The king dispatches order upon order,
With positive command to stop his coming.
Yet there is notice given to the city;
Besides, Belleure brought but a half account,
How that the Guise replied, he would obey
His majesty in all; yet, if he might
Have leave to justify himself before him,
He doubted not his cause.

_Gril._ The axe, the axe:
Rebellion's pampered to a pleurisy,
And it must bleed. [_Shout within._

_Abb._ Hark, what a shout was there!
I'll to the king; it may be, 'tis reported
On purpose thus.
Let there be truth or lies
In this mad fame, I'll bring you instant word. [_Exit Abbot._

_Manet_ GRILLON: _Enter_ GUISE, CARDINAL, MAYENNE, MALICORN,
_Attendants, &c. Shouts again._

_Gril._ Death, and thou devil Malicorn, is that
Thy master?