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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.
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Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.
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honors and affections That euer I vouchsafte my dearest freends Nauarre It is enough if that Nauarre may be Esteemed faithfull to the King of France Whose seruice he may still commaund till death King Thankes to my Kingly Brother of Nauarre Then heere wee 'l lye before Lutetia walles Girting this strumpet Cittie with our siege Till surfeiting with our afflicting armes She cast her hatefull stomack to the earth Enter a Messenger Messenger And it please your Maiestie heere is a Frier of the order of the Iacobins sent from the President of Paris that craues accesse vnto your grace King Let him come in Enter Frier with a Letter Epernoune I like not this Friers look T were not amisse my Lord if he were searcht King Sweete Epernoune our Friers are holy men And will not offer violence to their King For all the wealth and treasure of the world Frier thou dost acknowledge me thy King Frier I my good Lord and will dye therein King Then come thou neer and tell what newes thou bringst Frier My Lord the President of Paris greetes your grace and sends his dutie by these speedye lines humblye crauing your gracious reply King I le read them Frier and then I le answere thee Frier Sancte Iacobus now haue mercye vpon me He stabs the King with a knife as he readeth the letter and then the King getteth the knife and killes him Epernoune O my Lord let him liue a while King No let the villaine dye and feele in hell iust torments for his trechery Nauarre What is your highnes hurt King Yes Nauarre but not to death I hope Nauarre God shield your grace from such a sodaine death Goe call a surgeon hether strait King What irreligeous Pagans partes be these Of such as holde them of the holy church Take hence that damned villaine from my sight Eper. Ah had your highnes let him liue We might haue punisht him to his deserts King Sweet Epernoune all Rebels vnder heauen shall take example by their punishment how they beare armes against their soueraigne Goe call the English Agent hether strait I le send my sister England newes of this And giue her warning of her trecherous foes Nauarre Pleaseth your grace to let the Surgeon search your wound King The wound I warrant ye is deepe my Lord Search Surgeon and resolue me what thou seest The Surgeon searcheth Enter the English Agent Agent for England send thy mistres word What this detested Iacobin hath done Tell her for all this that I hope to liue Which if I doe the Papall Monarck goes to wrack And antechristian kingdome falles These bloudy hands shall teare his triple Crowne And fire accursed Rome about his eares He fire his I le buildings and incense The papall towers to kisse the holy earth Nauarre giue me thy hand I heere do sweare To ruinate that wicked Church of Rome That hatcheth vp such bloudy practises And heere protest eternall loue to thee And to the Queene of England specially Whom God hath blest for hating Papestry Nauarre These words reuiue my thoughts and comforts me To see your highnes in this vertuous minde King Tell me Surgeon shall I liue Sur. Alas my Lord the wound is dangerous for you are stricken with a poysoned knife King A poysoned knife what shall the French king dye Wounded and poysoned both at once Eper. O that that damned villaine were aliue againe That we might torture him with some new found death Bar. He died a death too good the deuill of hell torture his wicked soule King Ah curse him not sith he is dead O the fatall poyson workes within my brest tell me Surgeon and flatter not may I liue Sur. Alas my Lord your highnes cannot liue Nauarre Surgeon why saist thou so the King may liue King Oh no Nauarre thou must be King of France Nauarre Long may you liue and still be King of France Eper. Or else dye Epernoune King Sweet Epernoune thy King must dye My Lords fight in the quarrell of this valiant Prince For he is your lawfull King and my next heire Valoyses lyne ends in my tragedie Now let the house of Bourbon weare the crowne And may it neuer end in bloud as mine hath done Weep not sweet Nauarre but reuenge my death Ah Epernoune is this thy loue to me Henry thy King wipes of these childish teares And bids thee whet thy sword on Sextus bones That it may keenly slice the Catholicks He loues me not that sheds most teares But he that makes most lauish of his bloud Fire Paris where these trecherous rebels lurke I dye Nauarre come beare me to my Sepulchre Salute the Queene of England in my name And tell her Henry dyes her faithfull freend He dyes Nauarre Come Lords take vp the body of the King That we may see it honourably interde And then I vow for to reuenge his death As Rome and all those popish Prelates there Shall curse the time that ere Nauarre was King And rulde in France by Henries fatall death They march out with the body of the King lying on foure mens shoulders with a dead march drawing weapons on the ground FINIS
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