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Is._] _Enter Henry, Guise, Baligny, Esp[ernone], Soisson. Pericot with
pen, incke,

and paper._ _Guise._ Now, sir, I hope you're much abus'd eyes
see In my word for my Clermont, what a villaine Hee was that whisper'd
in your jealous eare His owne blacke treason

in suggesting Clermonts, Colour'd with nothing
but being great with

mee. 5 Signe then this writ for his deliverie; Your hand was never urg'd
with worthier boldnesse: Come, pray, sir, signe it. Why should Kings

be praid To acts of justice? tis

a reverence Makes them despis'd, and showes they sticke and tyre 10 In
what their free powers should be hot as fire. _Henry._ Well, take your
will, sir;--Ile have mine ere long.-- _Aversus._ But wherein is this
Clermont such a rare one? _Gui._ In

his most gentle and unwearied minde, Rightly to vertue fram'd in
very nature; 15 In his most firme inexorable spirit To be remov'd from
any thing hee chuseth For worthinesse; or beare the lest perswasion To
what is base, or fitteth not his object; In his contempt of riches, and
of greatnesse 20 In estimation of th'idolatrous
vulgar; His scorne of all things
servile and ignoble, Though they could ga