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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07003	The massacre at Paris with the death of the Duke of Guise. As it was plaide by the right honourable the Lord high Admirall his Seruants. Written by Christopher Marlow.	Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.	1594 (1594)	STC 17423; ESTC S109865	21,717	60

and all his heresies Nauarre The power of vengeance now incampes it selfe Vpon the hauty mountains of my brest plaies with her goary coulours of reuenge Whom I respect as leaues of boasting greene That change their coulour when the winter comes When I shall vaunt as victor in reuenge Enter a Messenger How now sirra what newes Mes. My Lord as by our scoutes we vnderstande A mighty army comes from France with speed Which are already mustered in the land And meanes to meet your highnes in the field Na. In Gods name let them come This is the Guise that hath incenst the King To leauy armes and make these ciuill broyless But canst thou tell who is their generall Mes. Not yet my Lord for thereon doe they stay But as report doth goe the Duke of Ioyeux Hath made great sute vnto the King therfore Na. It will not counteruaile his paines I hope I would the Guise in his steed might haue come But he doth lurke within his drousie couch And makes his footstoole on securitie So he be safe he cares not what becomes Of King or Country no not for them both But come my Lords let vs away with speed And place our selues in order for the fight Exeunt Enter the King of France Duke of Guise Epernoune and Duke Ioyeux King My sweet Ioyeux I make thee Generall Of all my army now in readines To march against the rebellious King Nauarre At thy request I am content thou goe Although my loue to thee can hardly suffer Regarding still the danger of thy life Ioyeux Thanks to your Maiestie and so I take my leaue Farwell to my Lord of Guise and Epernoune Guise Health and harty farwell to my Lord Ioyeux Exit Ioyeux King So kindely Cosin of Guise you and your wife doe both salute our louely Minions he makes hornes at the Guise Remember you the letter gentle sir which your wife writ to my deare Minion and her chosen freend Guise How now my Lord faith this is more then need Am I thus to be iested at and scornde T is more then kingly or Emperious And sure if all the proudest Kings in Christendome should beare me such derision They should know how I scornde them and their mockes I loue your Minions dote on them your selfe I know none els but holdes them in disgrace And heer by all the Saints in heauen I sweare That villain for whom I beare this deep disgrace Euen for your words that haue incenst me so Shall buy that strumpets fauour with his blood Whether he haue dishonoured me or no Par la mor du Il mera Exit King Beleeue me this iest bites sore Eper. My Lord t were good to make them frends For his othes are seldome spent in vaine Enter Mugeroun King How now Mugeroun metst thou not the Guise at the doore Muge. Not I my Lord what if I had King Marry if thou hadst thou mightst haue had the stab For he hath solemnely sworne thy death Muge. I may be stabd and liue till he be dead But wherfore beares he me such deadly hate King Because his wife beares thee such kindely loue Muge. If that be all the next time that I meet her I le make her shake off loue with her heeles But which way is he gone I le goe make a walk on purpose from the Court to meet with him Exit King I like not this come Epernoune le ts goe seek the Duke and make them freends Exeunt Alarums within The Duke Ioyeux slaine Enter the King of Nauarre and his traine Nauarre The Duke is slaine and all his power dispearst And we are grac'd with wreathes of victory Thus God we see doth euer guide the right To make his glory great vpon the earth Bar. The terrour of this happy victory I hope will make the King surcease his hate And either neuer mannage army more Or else employ them in some better cause Na. How many noble men haue lost their liues In prosecution of these cruell armes Is ruth and almost death to call to minde But God we know will alwaies put them downe That lift themselues against the perfect truth Which I le maintaine so long as life doth last And with the Q. of England ioyne my force To beat the papall Monarck from our lands And keep those relicks from our countries coastes Come my Lords now that this storme is ouerpast Let vs away with triumph to our tents Exeunt Enter a Souldier Soul Sir to you sir that dares make the Duke a cuckolde And vse a counterfeite key to his priuie Chamber doore And although you take out nothing but your owne yet you put in that which displeaseth him and so forestall his market and set vp your standing where you should not and whereas hee is your Landlord you will take vpon you to be his and tyll 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 meane to keepe you out which I will if this geare holde what are ye come so soone haue at ye sir Enter Mugeroun He shootes at him and killes him Enter the Guise Guise Holde thee tall Souldier take thee this and flye Exit Soul Lye there the Kings delight and Guises scorne Reuenge it Henry as thou list or dare I did it only in despite of thee Take him away Enter the King and Epernoune King My Lord of Guise we vnderstand that you haue gathered a power of men what your intent is yet we cannot learn but we presume it is not for our good Guise Why I am no traitor to the crowne of France What I haue done t is for the Gospell sake Eper. Nay for the Popes sake and thine owne benefite What Peere in France but thou aspiring Guise Durst be in armes without the Kings consent I challenge thee for treason in the cause Guise Ah base Epernoune were not his highnes heere Thou shouldst perceiue the D. of Guise is mou'd King Be patient Guise and threat not Epernoune Least thou perceiue the King of France be mou'd Guise Why I am a Prince of the Valoyses line Therfore an enemy to the Burbonites I am a iuror in the holy league And therfore hated of the Protestants What should I doe but stand vpon my guarde And being able I le keep an hoast in pay Epernoune Thou able to maintaine an hoast in pay That liuest by forraine exhibition The Pope and King of Spaine are thy good frends Else all France knowes how poor a Duke thou art King I those are they that feed him with their golde To counter maund our will and check our freends Guise My Lord to speak more plainely thus it is Being animated by Religious zeale I meane to muster all the power I can To ouerthrow those sexious Puritans And know my Lord the Pope will sell his triple crowne I and the catholick Philip King