_Eper._ My lord, 'twere good to make them friends, 30 For his oaths are seldom spent in vain.

_Henry._ How now, Mugeroun! mett'st thou not the Guise at the door?

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_Henry._ Marry, if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab, For he hath solemnly sworn thy death.

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_Mug._ I may be stabb'd, and live till he be dead: But wherefore bears he me such deadly hate?

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_Henry._ Because his wife bears thee such kindly love.

_Mug._ If that be all, the next time that I meet her, I'll make her shake off love with her heels. 40 But which way is he gone? I'll go take[409] a walk On purpose from the court to meet with him. [_Exit._

_Henry._ I like not this. Come, Epernoun, Let us go seek the duke, and make them friends. [_Exeunt._

_Alarums within, and a cry_--"_The_ DUKE JOYEUX _is slain_."

_Enter_[410] _the_ KING OF NAVARRE, BARTUS, _and train_.

_Nav._ The duke is slain, and all his power dispers'd, And we are graced with wreaths of victory. Thus God, we see, doth ever guide the right, To make his glory great upon the earth.

_Bar._ The terror of this happy victory, I hope, will make the king surcease his hate, And either never manage army more, Or else employ them in some better cause.

_Nav._ How many noblemen have lost their lives In prosecution of these cruel arms, 10 Is ruth, and almost death, to call to mind. But God we know will always put them down That lift themselves against the perfect truth; Which I'll maintain so long as life doth last,

And with the Queen of England join my force To beat the papal monarch from our lands, And keep those relics from our countries' coasts. Come, my lords; now that this storm is over-past, Let us away with triumph to our tents. [_Exeunt._

_Sold._ Sir, to you, sir, that dares make the duke a cuckold, and use a counterfeit key to his privy-chamber-door; and although you take out nothing but your own, yet you put in that which displeaseth him, and so forestall his market, and set up your standing where you should not; and whereas he is your landlord, you will take upon you to be his, and till the ground that he himself should occupy, which is his own free land; if it be not too free--there's the question; and though I come not to take possession (as I would I might!), yet I mean to keep you out; which I will, if this gear hold. 11