SCENE V.

_The_[364] ADMIRAL _discovered in bed. Enter_ KING CHARLES.

_Char._ How fares it with my Lord High Admiral? Hath he been hurt with villain's in the street? I vow and swear, as I am king of France, To find and to repay the man with death, With death delayed and torments never us'd, That durst presume, for hope of any gain, To hurt the nobleman their[365] sovereign loves.

_Adm._ Ah, my good lord, these are the Guisians, That seek to massacre our guiltless lives!

_Char._ Assure yourself, my good Lord Admiral, 10 I deeply sorrow for your treacherous wrong; And that I am not more secure myself Than I am careful you should be preserv'd.-- Cousin, take twenty of our strongest guard, And, under your direction, see they keep All treacherous violence from our noble friend; Repaying all attempts with present death Upon the cursèd breakers of our peace.-- And so be patient, good Lord Admiral, And every hour I will visit you. 20

_Adm._ I humbly thank your royal majesty. [_Exit_ CHARLES. _The bed is drawn in._