_Gui._ Yes, Grillon, 'tis the Guise;
One, that would court you for a friend.

_Gril._ A friend!
Traitor thou mean'st, and so I bid thee welcome;
But since thou art so insolent, thy blood
Be on thy head, and fall by me unpitied. [_Exit._

_Gui._ The bruises of his loyalty have crazed him. [_Shouts louder._

_Spirit within sings._

_Malicorn, Malicorn, Malicorn, ho!
If the Guise resolves to go,
I charge, I warn thee let him know,
Perhaps his head may lie too low._

_Gui._ Why, Malicorn.

_Mal._ [_Starting._] Sir, do not see the king.

_Gui._ I will.

_Mal._ 'Tis dangerous.

_Gui._ Therefore I will see him,
And so report my danger to the people.
Halt--to your judgment.--[MALICORN _makes signs of Assassination._]
Let him, if he dare.--