And now the unfortunate King had gone solemnly down to the Parliament of Paris, to be present at the registration of the edict.

The counsellors and presidents were all assembled, and as they sat there in their crimson robes, they seemed, to the excited imagination of those who loved their country, like embodiments of the impending and most sanguinary tragedy.

As the monarch left the parliament-house a faint cry of 'God save the King' was heard in the street.

Henry hung his head, for it was long since that cry had met his ears, and he knew that it was a false and languid demonstration which had been paid for by the Leaguers.
And thus was the compact signed--an unequal compact.

Madam League was on horseback, armed in proof, said a contemporary; the King was on foot, and dressed in a shirt of penitence.