Scene XIII
 

Enter the Duchesse of Guise, and her Maide.

DUCHESSE
Goe fetch me pen and inke.

MAID
I will Madam.

Exit Maid.

DUCHESSE
That I may write unto my dearest Lord.
Sweet Mugeroune, tis he that hath my heart,
And Guise usurpes it, cause I am his wife:
Faine would I finde some means to speak with him
But cannot, and therfore am enforst to write,
That he may come and meet me in some place,
Where we may one injoy the others sight.

Enter the Maid with Inke and Paper.

So, set it down and leave me to my selfe.
O would to God this quill that heere doth write,

She writes.

Had late been plucks from out faire Cupids wing:
That it might print these lines within his heart.

Enter the Guise.

GUISE
What, all alone my love, and writing too:
I prethee say to whome thou writes?

DUCHESSE
To such a one , as when she reads my lines,
Will laugh I feare me at their good aray.

GUISE
I pray thee let me see.

DUCHESSE
O no my Lord, a woman only must
Partake the secrets of my heart.

GUISE
But Madam I must see.

He takes it.

Are these your secrets that no man must know?

DUCHESSE
O pardon me my Lord.

GUISE
Thou trothles and unjust, what lines are these?
Am I growne olde, or is thy lust growne yong,
Or hath my love been so obscurde in thee,
That others need to comment on my text?
Is all my love forgot which helde thee deare?
I, dearer then the apple of mine eye?
Is Guises glory but a clowdy mist,
In sight and judgement of thy lustfull eye?
Mor du, were not the fruit within thy wombe,
On whose encrease I set some longing hope:
This wrathfull hand should strike thee to the hart
Hence strumpet, hide thy head for shame,
And fly my presence if thou look'st to live.

Exit [Duchesse].

O wicked sexe, perjured and unjust,
Now doe I see that from the very first,
Her eyes and lookes sow'd seeds of perjury,
But villaine he to whom these lines should goe,
Shall buy her love even with his dearest bloud.

Exit.