and cryes Revenge Revenge I think 't were better too while you kill the Admiral The King 's Grand Provost should pursue his Wife Gui. The old gray Sire the Dam and little Babes I 'le take 'em all together in the Nest And pash 'em till they Sprawl You and the Cardinal Haste to the Louvre when the Gates are shut Call the Chief Hugonots down and cut their Throats My Lord the Duke of Anjou to your Care The King commits the City So Farewell There wants no more but ringing of the Bell. Exeunt Severally SCENE The City Lights in the Windows The President Marches his Men over the Stage the Bell of the Palace rings out Enter Admiral in his Night-Gown Adm. The Palace Bell rings out loud Cries of Murder Guns fir'd and groans of dying men below The King has giv'n his Warrant for my last His Vows his Oaths and Altar-Obligations Are lost the Wax of all those Sacred Bonds Runs at the Queens Revenge the Fire that melts ' em They are no more the Admiral 's no more Enter Cavagnes bleeding Cav My Lord God calls us Death is in the Court Fate in the shape of Guise all over Blood I saw your Son in Law Teligny dye Roura the Son of Baron des Atrets With Colonel Montaumar Gallant Guerchy Wrapping his Cloak about his Arm fought on Till he was all one wound and so Expir'd But hark they come Adm. Why let 'em let 'em come We shall e're long my Friend be worth their Envy To dye thus for Religion O Cavagnes It puts the Soul in everlasting Tune And sounds already in the Ears of Angels And O what cause had ever such Foundation I tell thee that the Root shall reach the Center Spread to the Poles and with her top touch Heav'n But see they come stand fixt and look on Death With such Contempt so Masterly an Eye As if he were thy Slave Enter Besnie Sartabons 4 Souldiers Besn. See where he stands ha Slaves what makes you pause 1 Sould. Kill him your self for my part I 'le not touch him 2 Sould. Nor I for my part I am sorry for what is done already Adm. Cowards indeed thus to be terrified Ev'n with the shadow of th' Admiral Besn. It goes against me yet I must obey Sheath all your Daggers in the Traytor 's Breast Adm. Young Man thou oughtest to reverence these gray hairs But I command thee do as thou art order'd Thou 'lt cut but little from the Line of Life Besn. Dye then dye both now for his Wife and Children Stabs both and Exeunt Adm. Heard'st thou Cavagnes said they not my Children Cavag I know not what you say the stroak of Death Has stun'd my sense of Hearing Adm. Yet let 's crawl With all our Wounds into each others Arms And hand in hand go Martyr'd thus to Heaven Cavag I am gone farewel Dyes Adm. Why dost thou shudder thus And gasp upon my Bosom 'T was his last My Soul so likes her house she 's loth to part But O what Builder can repair the ruines The Lights are choak'd the Windows are damn'd up The main Beams crack and the Foundation sinks Besides the Lordly Owner warns me forth I come great Master of the World and me And O revenge revenge thy Peoples blood A hundred thousand Souls for Justice call Let not the guiltless without Vengeance fall Dyes Enter the Duke of Guise and Souldiers Gui. So fling him down down with him to the Court Expose his Carcass to the Peoples mercy Drag him away and hurl him from the Window See all his Bastards strangled on the spot There 's Orders for 't The Hostel de Chastillon Be raz'd for ever his Posterity Be made incapable of bearing Office Or being Noble burn his Statue haste There 's a Commission granted for the deed Nay kill as if 't were Sport to see 'em bleed Exeunt SCENA ULTIMA The LOVVRE Queen Mother Cardinal Duke of Anjou Colonel D'O Q. M. Here Colonel bring forth your Prisoners And let me see these Leaders of the Faction The Scene draws showing the Commanders standing with their hands ty'd behind 'em betwixt the Souldiers in a rank The Count de Rochfaucalt Marquis de Renel Piles Pluvialt Pardillan and Lavardin Give the Word Colonel D'O Fire on 'em all Shoot The Scene draws and shews the Admiral 's Body burning Gui. I saw the Master Villain dragg'd along To Execution by the Common People Who from the Shoulders tore the mangled Head Cut off his Hands and at Mountfaucon hung him Half burning by one Leg upon the Gallows Enter King Princes Alberto Gondi King O horror horror O thou cruel Guise O Mother Brother and thou Murd'ring Priest Dost thou not blush to fail in Seas of ruin To hang the Flag of a Damn'd Pyrat forth Yet call thy bloody Bark the Christian Church Or tell me Canst thou lay the Furies here Pale Hugonots that haunt me up and down Through Chambers into Closets Beds and Couches Or dar'st thou shield me when the Admiral 's Ghost Claps to my Heart the Dagger of my Word Q. M. Why are you thus King The Angel's words are true And Charles is near his end O Mother Mother Hear my last words and take my dying Counsel Stop the vast Murder that you have begun For know all Churches by Decree and Doctrine Kings by their Sword and Balance of their Justice All Learning Christian Moral and Prophane Shall by the virtue of their Mercury Rod For ever damn to Hell those curs'd Designs That with Religion's Face to ruin tend And go by Heav'n to reach the blackest end Exeunt Omnes FINIS EPILOGUE By Mr. Powell HOW Wise are they that can with patienc ebear And just Reflections moderately hear Vnmov'd by Passion as unsway'd by Fear To them we Dedicate this Play to night That having long been Banish'd from the Light Hush'd and Imprison'd close as in the Tow'r Half prest to Death by a Dispensing Pow'r To take a lawful Tryal for each Fact Is just come out by th' Habeas Corpus Act. Rome's Friends no doubt suppos'd there might be shown Iust such an Entertainment of their own The Plot the Protestants the Stage the Town But no such fear our Hugonots allarm'd True English Hearts are always better arm'd For if the Valliant in a little Town Batter'd and Starving their brave Cause durst own If Peasants scorning Death can Guard our Walls And the mild Priesthood turn to Generals Britains stand firm and in short time you 'l see Your own and Neighbouring Realms serene and free Clear'd from the choaking Fogs of Popery No Massacres nor Revolutions fear Affairs are strangely alter'd since last year Infallibility himself does run The Garden 's weeded and the Moles are gone Not Gold to Lawyers to th' Ambitious Power Not lusty Switzer to a lustful Whore To Gamesters luck to Beauty length of days Nor to a wrinkled wither'd Widdow praise Can give such Ioy as to behold once more An English Army on the
Majesty He sharp and short Retorted thus He did not need my Service Car. 'T is plain you must resolve my Lord to quit her For I am charg'd to tell you she 's design'd To be the Wife of Henry OF Navarre 'T is the main Beam in all that Mighty Engin Which now begins to move so dreadfully Against the Heads of the Rebellious Faction Gui. I have it and methinks it looks like D'Alva I see the very motion of his Beard His opening Nostrils and his dropping Lids I hear him Croak too to the King and Queen In Biscays Bay at Bayonne Fish for the Great fish take no care for Frogs Cut off the Poppy-heads lay the Winds fast And streight the Waves the People will be still Car. Then you will leave her Gui. Hurl her to the Sea The Air the Earth or Elemental fire So I may see Chastilion in the Net Oh that Whale-Admiral might I but view him After his thousand Fetches Plots and Plunges Struck on those Scouring Shallows which await him Furies and Hell and I stand by to gall him Were Marguerite all one World of Pleasure I 'de sell her and my Soul for such Revenge Car. Speak lower Gui. What upon my Father's Death O glorious Guise be calm upon thy Murder No I will hollow my Revenge so loud That his great Ghost shall hear me up to Heav'n In height of Honours oh to fall so basely When Orleance was blockt up and Conquest Crown'd thee By damn'd Poltrot so villainously slain Poltrot by Beza and this curs'd Admiral Set on with hopes of Infinite Rewards Here and hereafter so to blast thy Glory O I could pull my bursting Eye-balls forth But that they may one day prove Basilisks To that detested Head of all these Brolls Then Tortures Racks and Death shall close thy wound Kill him in Riots Pride and Lust of Pleasures That I may add Damnation to the rest And foil his Soul and Body both together Car. Behold your Brother and the Duke Delbeuf Mercour too comes this outrage will undo us Gui. No not at all for 't is in general terms O my good Lords what if the Admiral Stood here before you should he scope our Justice I see by each man's laying of his hand Upon his Sword you vow the like Revenge For me I wish that both mine may rot off Car. No more away my Lords the King calls for you Gui. I go That Vermin may devour my limbs That I may dy like the late puling King Under the Barber's hands Imposthumes choak me If while alive I cease to chew his ruin To hang him in Effigie nay to tread Drag stamp and grind him after he is dead Exeunt SCENE II. The Cabinet Council Table with Lights on it A Chamber beyond it Queen Mother Anjou asleep Q. M. O my Anjou the Wheels of this New Ruin Go wrong for want of one that knows to drive He sits too light upon the whirling Throne And totters with the dismal prospect down Young Charles a smart suspicious doubtful Boy But Charles you must be rul'd in this dark Road Or with the Lightning of my Fatal Power Which never cracks nor claps I 'le melt thee down For ever lost amongst the Mass of Things That thou the Darling of my doating Soul The Price of my Eternal thought may'st mount Like Nero tho' at Agrippina's Ruin But see the King with the new Count of Rhetz Let us withdraw it may be worth our hearing Enter King with Alberto Gondi King Alberto Gondi Alb. Sir King I think thou lov'st me Alb. More than my life King That 's much yet I believe thee My Mother has the Judgment of the World And all things move by that but my Alberto She has cruel Wit and let me tell thee Thus to destroy the Souldiers of the Kingdom Famous as ever fought for Rome or Greece Under a shadow of a thousand Oaths 'T is Barbarous Alberto is it not And seems to me unworthy of a King Alb. The Provocation Sir King I know it well But it thou d'st have my heart within thy hand I swear Conspiracies of that foul Nature For ever blot the Memory of Kings What Honours Interest with the World to buy him Shall make a brave Man smile and do a Murder Therefore I hate the Treachery of Brutus I mean the latter so cry'd up in Story Whom none but Cowards and White-Liver'd-Knaves Would dare commend lagging behind his Fellows His Dagger in his Stab'd his Father This is a Blot the Ciceronian Stile Could ne're wipe off tho' the Man Mistaken in his Love for Brutus scorn'd him Makes bold to call those Traytors Men Divine Alb. Tully was Wise but wanted Constancy King He did Alberto Heark but one thing more For much I love thee and would fain unburden My Soul of half her Cares on such a Man So good Alb. My ever Dear and Honour'd Master King No more of that I 'le tell thee then last night As I lay tossing in a Feverish Dream I call'd for Drink when streight my Mother brought it But as she reach'd it to my trembling Lips Methought her Eyes roll'd gastly upon me A Palsey shook her hand yet I resolv'd Took off the Draught when streight a fainting seiz'd me My Eyes wept Blood my Ears my Nose and Mouth Pour'd forth whole Streams and all my Sweat was Blood My Hair and Nails dropt off as Autumn Leaves When Tempests rise fall from the wither'd Trees But oh the Fancy seems so much unnatural I 'll think no more on 't yet I thought to tell thee Because she is a Woman whom no Art Nor Wisdom of the World can ever fathom Alb. O my Gracious Lord Judge not the Queen by Dreams and vain Chimaera's Remember Sir how often in your Nonage She manag'd with her Wit the weight of Empire Contending with th' Effects of blind Religion The Contumacy of Rebellious Subjects The deep dissimulation of the Court The want of Treasure bassling with her Prudence The utmost strength Ambition rais'd to gain her King O Count of Rhetz thou lead'st me through the Garden Of every Grace but darest not point her Weeds Is she not of a most deceitful Soul Perfidious even to violating Vows Is she not greedy too of Human Blood A Wit wasteful in destroying Lives That she will turn a City to a Wild Qu. M. Good Morrow Sir 'T is just the time you order'd I think the second Watch and we are met To wait on your Decrees King O Mother Mother You have imbark'd me in a Sea of Blood And sure so damnable an Enterprise Was never form'd by Man Qu. M. If Sir you fear it Why give it o're and let the Admiral Reign Call in the Hugonots and drive your Friends Banish your Blood and the Establish'd Peers Forget the long Succession of your Fathers The Throne of Kings forget the Laws Religion Cut off the Noble Spirits from your Council And from the Dregs of this Heretical Faction Compose a Bastard Cabinet-Election Let
the Vine that spreads his Arms to Heav'n With all his Clusters rotting on the ground Blasted with Lightning from a clouded Council By her that is the Iuno of your Fate That Murd'ring Sorceress that dry Hag of Florence That Midnight Hecate of ten thousand forms That varies with all Shapes that tryes all Spirits Selling her Soul to each and all together To make your Fate inevitable sure Adm. Give me your hand and take this farewel Kiss If thou would'st have me think thou lov'st old Gaspar Reply no more but leave me and be dumb Ant. I 'm all Obedience let me speak but once And whisper 't in your Ear By all my hopes Of Earth and Heav'n you shall not dye alone I 'll gather all the Branches of your Body The little Arms the Sprouts of him that was Yes with that precious Fardel bound together By Cords of Hair Cemented with my Tears And wreath'd about till Death with my Embraces I 'll follow you to Court I will my Lord And since you 'l have it so we 'll burn together Exit Enter Commander Adm. O my brave Friends my dear la Rochfaucalt Your hand and yours my rough Colombiere My Gallant Piles and thine my plain Langoiran But say how stand you to this Expedition This new Exploit this dangerous Court Adventure Lang. My Lord I 'll answer for 'em there 's not one But has resolv'd to follow tho' they had rather Run the most violent Shock of Glorious War Than stand one Complemental Death at Court Adm. Then our Opinions jump But to the purpose Since 't is resolv'd that we must go to Paris Because you 're Strangers to the King and Queen I would instruct you in the Royal Tempers Draw the Queen Mother's Face in Minature For there the watch and ward of all our Caution Must lye if possible to wave the Ruin Lang. Fore-warn'd fore-arm'd fear not we shall remember Adm. Imagin then the King like Adam laid Among the Sweets of Paradise to rest While to his listning Soul this Second Eve Full of the Devil and design'd to damn us Thus breathes her Counsels fatal to the World What ever Paths you trod before your Reign 'T is Blood and Terror must your Throne maintain Scorn then thy Slaves nor to thy Vassals bow Fix the Gold Circle to thy bended Brow By Murders Massacres no matter how For Conscience and Heav'ns Fear Religion's Rules They 're all State-Bells to toll in pious Fools Exeunt ACT III. SCENE I Enter Queen Mother and Marguerite Mar. IS Guise then false or do you try me Madam And search my Heart to know how much I love him If it be so I will resolve you quickly I 'll swear to you by Heav'n by all things Sacred By all that 's great and lovely upon Earth By him by Guise by all the blessed Moments Of that dear Life which single I prefer To Millions of my own I love him more Than you love Glory Vengeance and Ambition Qu. M. Then thou art lost a Wretch an out-cast Fool Not worthy of my Care nor worth my seeking For by my best Desires I know he scorns thee And to my certain Knowledge is betroth'd To Catharine Cleve the Prince of Porcien's Widow Mar. 'T is false he 's not he shall not nor he cannot You hate me Madam and you forge this Matter To make me dye to kill your Marguerite For if you did respect me as your Blood Why should you tear my Heart in thousand pieces Why should you make me rave with Jealousie For oh I love beyond all former Passion Dye for him that 's too little I could burn Piece Meal away or bleed to Death by drops Be stead alive then broke upon the Wheel Yet with a Smile endure it all for Guise And when let loose from Torments all one wound Run with my mangled Arms and crush him dead Qu. M. Farewel thou' rt mad indeed I 'le find the King And send him to convince you of the Truth Mar. The Truth O Heav'n nay stay and I 'le believe you But is he false is 't possible in Nature Is Guise then like his Kindred Savages True Man an Upright Bold and Hearty Villain Q. M. I tell thee as I love thy Life and Honour Tho' much I fear the latter is past hope Their Marriage will be solemniz'd to morrow The Cardinal of Lorrain must joyn their hands Mar. What he that keeps the Tye the sacred Contract I 'le warrant too he 'll be a Witness for him Why then for ever throw off Modesty If thus Religion cheats us let us haste With Messalina to the common Stews Where Bauds are honester than Roman Church-men Q. M. Think no more on 't but with a generous Fury Resolve to cast him from your Soul for ever Prepare your self for what the King commands Without delay to wed the young Navarre Mar. To wed my Tomb to dwell in dust below Where we shall see no more deceitful Men Hear no more flattery nor no damning Vows Where I shall never start from my cold Bed Nor walk with folded Arms about the Room With Eyes like Rivers ever running down While with my over-watching I mistake The rustling Wind and every little noise For Guise's coming which not finding true I weep again till all my face is drown'd And groan as if there were no end of sorrow Q. M. Then I must find some other Instruments That have the power to rule you So farewel Exit Mar. Stay Madam stay She 's gone and leaves me here To do a mischief on my Life False Guise Pefsideous Guise but I will find thee out And wreck the Miseries of my Soul upon thee Nay I 'le alarm that Priest that makes thee wicked Priests that like Devils laugh at humane pains And Souls ne're reckon so they count their gains Exit SCENE II. Palace Duke of Gulse and Cardinal of Lorrain Gui. But are you sure he 'll come Car. Most certain Sir Gui. Why then I will not eat till I behold him O I could pine my self into a Ghost So I at last might thrust my hungry Sword In the curs'd Carcass of this Admiral And glut my greedy Vengeance with his Heart Car. The Queen too of Navarre the Heretick Princess Gentlemen and Commanders Knights Barons Counts With all the Combination of the Rebels Come to the Wedding of the young Bearnois Gui. Why what an Oglio will the Devil have A Feast for Hell to cram it to the mouth A Massacre to Souls methinks I see The glutton Death gorg'd with devouring Lives And stretching o're the City his swoln bulk As he would vomit up the Dead Car. My Lord How brooks your Heart the Marriage of Navarre Gui. Why faith Sir as we must necessity The King resolves it urging to my face The Man that dar'd to contradict his pleasure Should make that opposition with his ruine On this I turn'd my Court to Porcien's Widow But O Lorrain Love mourn'd at the mistake As conscious of the cruel
Gallick Shore That this will be the Poets Prophesie The Poets all were Prophets formerly T' inspire 'em then give ours to night his due His Tale is somewhat bloody but 't is true A Tragick Truth shown to an Honest end And can the Good or Wise of neither Sect offend Fancy and Stile far as the rest excel In our Deliv'rance-Year let no Tongue tell Poets the only curst on whom no Manna fell Plead that they may be Caesar's Influence breathe And mix a Lawrel with his Oaken Wreath Then shall his Glory Flourish to the height Then every Pen shall Panegyrick write This this was He who blest by Sacred Pow'r To England its Religion did restore So firm that Rome cou'd never hurt it more FINIS PROLOGUE VVIT long opprest and fill'd at last with Rage Thus in a sullen mood rebukes the Age. What loads of Fame do modern Hero's bear For an inglorious long and lazy War Who for some Skirmish or a safe Retreat Not to be dragg'd to Battel are call'd Great But ob what do ambitious States-men gain Who into private Chests whole Nations drain What summs of Gold they hoard is daily known To all Mens cost and sometimes to their own Your Lawyer too that like an O Yes bauls That drowns the Market-Higler in the Stalls That seems begot conceiv'd and born in brawls Yet thrives He and his Crowd get what they please Swarming all Term-time thro' the Strand like Bees They buz at Westminster and lye for Fees The Godly too their ways of getting have But none so much as your Phanatick Knave Wisely the wealthiest Livings they refuse Who by the fattest Bishopricks wou'd lose Who with short Hair large Ears and small blue Band True Rogues their own not God's Elect command Let Pigs then be prophane but Broth 's allow'd Possets and Christian Caudles may be good Meet helps to re-inforce a Brother's Blood Therefore each Female Saint be does advise With groans and hums and ha's and gogling Eyes To rub him down and make the Spirit rise While with his Zeal transported from the Ground He mounts and sanctifies the Sisters round On Poets only no kind Star e'er smil'd Curst Fate has damn'd 'em every Mothers Child Therefore he warns his Brothers of the Stage To write no more to an ungrateful Age. Think what penurious Masters you have serv'd Tasso ran mad and noble Spencer starv'd Turn then who ere thou art that canst write well Thy Ink to Gaul and in Lampoons excel Forswear all honestly traduce the Great Grow impudent and rail against the State Rursting with spleen abroad thy Pasquils send And chuse some Libel-spreader for thy friend The Wit and Want of Timon point thy Mind And for thy Satyr-subject chuse Mankind Epilogue THrice happy they that never writ before How pleas'd and bold they quit the safer shoar Like some new Captain of the City Bands That with big looks in Finsbury Commands Swell'd with huge Ale he cries Beat beat a Drum Pox o' the French King uds-bud let him come Give me ten thousand red Coats and alloo We 'll firk his Crequi and his Conde too Thus the young Scribblers Mankinds sense disdain For ignorance is sure to make 'em vain But far from Vanity or dang'rous Pride Our cautious Poet courts you to his side For why should you be scorn'd to whom are due All the good Days that ever Authors knew If ever gay 't is you that make 'em fine The Pit and Boxes make the Poet dine And he scarce drinks but of the Criticks Wine Old Writers should not for vain-glory strive But like old Mistresses think how to thrive Be fond of ev'ry thing their Keepers say At least till they can live without a Play Like one that knows the Trade and has been bit She doats and fawns upon her wealthy Cit And swears she loves him meerly for his Wit Another more untaught than a Walloon Antick and ugly like an old Baboon She swears is an accomplisht Beau-garson Turns with all winds and sails with all desires All Hearts in City Town and Court she fires Young callow Lords lean Knights and driv'ling Squires She in resistless flattery finds her ends Gives thanks for Fools and makes ye all her Friends So should wise Poets sooth an awkard Age For they are Prostitutes upon the Stage To stand on points were foolish and ill-bred As for a Lady to be nice in Bed Your Wills alone must their performance measure And you may turn 'em every way for Pleasure A Catalogue of some Plays Printed for R. Bently and M. Magnes 1. BEaumont and Fletchers Plays in all 51. in large Fol. 2. Mr. Shakespear's Plays in one large Fol. Volume Containing 43 Plays 3. Tartuff or the French Puritan 4. Forc'd Marriage or the Jealous Bridegroom 5. English Monsieur 6. All mistaken or the mad Couple 7. Generous Enemies or the Ridienlous Lovers 8. The Plain-Dealer 9. Sertorius a Tragedy 10. Nero a Tragedy 11. Sophonisba or Hanibal's Overthorw 12. Gloriana or the Court of Augustus Caesar. 13. Alexander the Great 14. Mythridates King of Rontus 15. Oedipus King of Thebes 16. Caesar Borgia 17. Theodosius or the Force of Love 18. Madam Fickle or the Witty False One. 19. The Fond Husband or the Plotting Sisters 20. Esquire Old-Sap or the Night-Adventures 21. Fool turn'd Critick 22. Vertuous Wife or Good Luck at last 23. The Fatal Wager 24. Andromache 25. Country Wit 26. Calisto or the Chast Nymph 27. Destruction of Ierusalem in two Parts 28. Ambitious Statesman or the Loyal Favorite 29. Misery of Civil War 30. The Murder of the Duke of Glocester 31. Thyestes a Tragedy 32. Hamlet Pr. of Denmark a Tragedy 33. The Orphan or the Unhappy Marriage 34. The Souldiers Fortune 35. Tamerlain the Great 36. Mr. Limberham or the Kind Keeper 37. Mistaken Husband 38. Notes on th' Emperor of Merocco by the Wits 39. Essex and Elizabeth or the Unhappy Favorite 40. Vertue Betray'd or Anna Bullen 41. King Lear. 42. Abdellazor or the Moors Revenge 43. Town Fop or Sir Titus Tawdry 44. Rare-en-tout a French Comody 45. Moor of Venice 46. Conntry Wise. 47. City Politicks 48. Duke of Guise 49. Rehearsal 50. King and no King 51. Philaster or Love lyes a Bleeding 52. Grateful Servant 53. Strange Discovery 54. Atheist or the second Part of of the Souldiers Fortune 55. Wit without Money 56. Little Thief 57. Valiant Scot. 58. Constantine 59. Valentinian 60. Amorous Prince 61. Dutch Lovers 62. Woman Bully 63. Reformation 64. Hero and Leander 65. Love Tricks 66. Iulius Caesar. 67. Fatal Jealousie 68. Monsieur Ragou 69. Island Queen or Mary Queen of Scotland 70. Empress of Morocco 71. Common-wealth of Women 72. The Noble Stranger 73. Duke of Millan 74. The Knave in Grain 75. Amends for Ladies 76. Mammamouohy 77. The Emperor of the East 78. The Wedding 79. St. Patrick for Ireland 80. Albumazor 81. The Tragedy of Albertus 82. Royal King 83. Humerous Courtier 84. The Hollander 85. Merchant of Venice 86. False Count. 87. Rover Second Part. 88. Counterfeits 89. Troylus and Cresida 90. Spanish Fryer 91. Lucius Iunius Brutus 92. Brutus of Alba. 93. Caius Marius 94. Siege of Memphis 95. Byron's Conspiracy 1. part 96. Byron's Conspiracy 2d Part. 97. Loyal Brother 98. Disappointment 99. Mackbeth 100. Rollo Duke of Normandy 101. The Love-Sick King 102. Maids Tragdey 103. Darius King of Persia. 104. Woman Captain 105. Princess of Cleves 106. Massacre of Paris Some Novels newly printed Court Secret The First and Second Part. Count D' Amboise Dutches of Mazarine's Memoirs Rival Princess Lucky Mistake Siege of Mentz FINIS