This the fifth conspiracy hatch'd in France;
They show their teeth upon it; and your Grace,
So you will take advice of mine, should stay
Yet for awhile, to shape and guide the event.
PHILIP. Good! Renard, I will stay then.
RENARD. Also, sire,
Might I not say--to please your wife, the Queen?
PHILIP. Ay, Renard, if you care to put it so.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE II.--A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
MARY, _sitting: a rose in her hand_. LADY CLARENCE. ALICE _in the
background_.
MARY. Look! I have play'd with this poor rose so long
I have broken off the head.
LADY CLARENCE. Your Grace hath been
More merciful to many a rebel head
That should have fallen, and may rise again.
MARY. There were not many hang'd for Wyatt's rising.
LADY CLARENCE. Nay, not two hundred.
MARY. I could weep for them
And her, and mine own self and all the world.
LADY CLARENCE. For her? for whom, your Grace?
_Enter_ USHER.
USHER. The Cardinal.
_Enter_ CARDINAL POLE. (MARY _rises_.)
MARY. Reginald Pole, what news hath plagued thy heart?
What makes thy favour like the bloodless head
Fall'n on the block, and held up by the hair?
Philip?--
POLE. No, Philip is as warm in life
As ever.
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