The black Abetter of my Father's Murder Adm. This wou'd sound well my Lord in Front-Battle But here upon a Visit from the King It looks not like the Guise Gui. My Father's Murder bid me not stand on points When that 's remember'd But track me to the Forest with thy Sword Thus Man to Man bark'd with all thy People Follow me or I will proclaim thee Traytor Coward Adm. O King King King still let me sound thy Name Lest this Fool-hardy-Boy this knotty Trifler This Spawn of Words this Urchin of the War Should raise my Anger past the pulling down Enter King Queen Mother Alberto Anjou and Morvile But see He 's here I scorn to ruine thee Therefore go tell him tell him thy own Story King What now my Lord of Guise Is this your Visit I charge you on your life without reserve Tell me the truth how hapned this disorder Those rusted hands red looks and port of Fury Gui. I told him Sir since you resolve to have it He was the Murderer of my Noble Father Therefore a Traytor Villain and a Coward King Is 't possible Adm. No matter Sir no matter The Old Man rouz'd and shook himself my Lord A few hot words no more upon my life So if your Majesty will do me Honour I do beseech you let the business dye King Guise go submit your self and ask his pardon Gui. My Lord I cannot speak King Where are our Guards Adm. Hold there Come Sir I will interpret for you My Lord this close embrace makes up the breach We will be sorry Sir for one another Gui. You have out-done me Sir but you 'l excuse me 'T was a great Rack that screw'd me to this Folly Adm. More than enough we 're riveted the faster King My Lord of Guise Q. M. My good Lord Admiral Now use your Power and quite oblige the Court Villandry has provok'd the King at Play In such a nature that he 's doom'd to die My Son refus'd my Intercession for him Therefore when he has done his Check to Guise For your affront pray my good Lord intreat him King The Marriage stays within which past resolve His Execution sudden as you can Gui. Marvile Mar. My Lord Gui. I by the King's Commission have Command To take the Admiral 's life Mar. I 'le shoot him Gui. Right As he returns from Court Mar. From some Out-Lodging I 'le watch him till I execute your Order Adm. I am a Suitor to your Majesty For poor Villandry's life King Haste bring him forth I think my Lord if you should ask my heart My yielding breast would open to your hand But Father let 's away the Cardinal Stays for Navarre Adm. We 'll wait your Majesty Exit King with the Court O my Cavagnes where 's Langorian now Where 's Antramont but haste and tell her all Tell her th' extravagant kindness of the King Tell her but stay why such repeated Oaths That 's to be thought on Hollow was his aspect Graves in his smiles Death in his bloodless hands O Antramont I 'le haste to meet thy Eyes The Face of Beauty on these rising horrours Looks like the Midnight-Moon upon a Murder It drives the Shades that thicken from the State And gilds the dark design that 's ripe for Fate Exeunt ACT V. SCENE I. The King rises from a Couch FRom Amber shrouds I see the morning rise Her Rosy hand begins to paint the Skies And now the City Emets leave their Hive And rouzing Hinds to chearful labour drive High Cliffs and Rocks are pleasing objects now And Nature smiles upon the Mountains brow The Joyful Birds falute the Sun's approach The Sun too laughs and mounts his gaudy Coach While from his Car the dropping Gems distil And all the Earth and all the Heaven does smile But Charles still wrapt in Shades like Night appears His sighs the Vapors and the Dews his Tears Yet O Just Power with pity O behold The wretch whose fault is in your Book inroll'd Behold these streams with which his Soul aspires To slake your wrath and quench your angry fires Enter Genius Gen. Thy Genius lo from his sweet Bed of rest Adorn'd with Jassamin and with Roses drest The Pow'r Divine has rais'd to stop thy Fate A true Repentance never comes too late So soon as born she made her self a Shroud The weeping Mantle of a Fleecy Cloud And swift as thought her Airy Journy took Her hand Heav'ns Azure Gate with trembling strook The Stars did with amazement on her look She told thy Story in so sad a Tone The Angels start from Bliss and gave a groan But Charles beware oh dally not with Heav'n For after this no Pardon shall be giv'n Exit Enter the Queen Mother Cardinal of Lorrain Anjou Alberto Gondi Car. The King upon the Earth O rise my Lord. Q. M. He has of late been troubled with such Faintings And see he bleeds at Mouth King Stand from me all O Mother Mother Whither will you lead me Through what a Vault of Monuments and Sculls And dead Men's Bones And you my Lord Lorrain Must I still journey through this Vale of Death And never reach the Paradise you promis'd I must not let the Massacre go forward I 'm warn'd from Heav'n I swear I think from Heav'n Q. M. Some Scar-crow of a Dream So far from Sin Or ought that 's damnable is our Design That my Lord Cardinal will tell you Sir 'T is meritorious and when e're we strike The Church shall bless it as a blow from Heav'n Car. Therefore my Lord I wish you to suspect Whatever thwarts you in your holy purpose However veil'd tho' in an Angel's form Conclude it the suggestion of the Devil Q. M. So now I hope these Qualms are at an end And we may close pursue the main intention Supposed the Admiral kill'd on this the Hugonots Fall on the House of Guise the City rises And cuts 'em all to pieces now imagine Which I am apt to think the Hereticks Are more discreet and only sue for Justice Without a Tumult shall the business stand Car. No. If we find they do not run to Uproar Our only hope to colour o're their ruine Proceed to instant Slaughter or they 'l find Some means for flight and kindle up the War More dreadfully than ever Anj. Is 't determin'd That with the rest the Princes too shall bleed Q. M. My Judgment is most positive in this Let not one Soul of all be left alive For 't is ridiculous in such Extreams i th' mid'st of Slaughter Ruine Blood and Death To think of ever being prais'd for Mercy Nor can a mean be us'd the Duke of Guise Meddles not in it if a man escape And says in such a desperate Purge of Humours If any Relick of the great Distemper Be left behind it runs to a Relapse More dangerous than before King As I remember Madam it has been oft your Oracle In this late Civil Wars to avoid a Battel That limbs tho'
VVelcome to Paris welcome to the Court The heart of Charles bids welcome to you all VVho 's that upon the Earth the great Chastillon The glorious Admiral the fam'd Coligni The scourge of Kingdoms O my Father rise Or by the Majesty of Age the Reverence Due to these hairs the King himself shall kneel Adam O Sir is 't possible can this be real Can you forgive this Out-law this Offender VVho has so often turn'd your Subjects Arms Against their Lawful Soveraign made whole wilds Of populous Towns and brav'd the Lions fury Now you have drawn me quite unarm'd to Court Can you so far be Master of your temper As not to hew me in a thousand pieces King Can you who had the power to make me tremble Can you my awful Subject be so good To kneel before my feet and ask my Pardon And shall I be so barbarous to refuse it No mighty VVarrior in the heat of Broils VVhen thou so terribly becam'st the Field Had'st thou thus sought me by those Saints we worship I had receiv'd thee with a breast of Mercy Adm Forgive me Sir my heart so rises in me I cannot speak King Let then the VVorld be witness All that is Honest Sacred Good and Just Be witnesses the powers of Heav'n and Earth VVith this embrace I pardon thee thy Er I bid thee welcome as my better Angel Thou shalt direct in all my bosom Councils My Genius O! and while I hold thee thus Methinks I press my Father in my Arms. Adm. O! Sir what have you done you 've burst the heart Of your old Gasper with this Flood of Goodness And see it gushes from my Aged Eyes King No more Adm. I must I must make way my Lord For this dear Load that makes me fore within But haste employ my Arm Let Fortune raise Some Fo that 's worthy of Chastillon's Sword Nay I shall quarrel with the Fates themselves Unless they rouze me up some brave occasion To signalize my Loyalty my Conduct And constant Zeal for your Immortal Glory King Your Friendship to the Queen who courts it too VVill more oblige me than your VVars abroad Adm. For all past Faults thus low I ask her Pardon Q. M. Rise rise my Lord let us forgive each other May I when dying miss the Throne of Mercy If when I saw the King and you embrace My wounded heart did not weep blood for joy King Come come my Lord since you 're so fierce to Serve me I 'll find your Sword Employment Rest a while And then for Flanders where the Duke of Alva Will hold you to 't Adm. I long my Lord to try him He who so curses the Reform'd Religion I wish that with some thousands I could raise Of those poor Protestants whom he disdains I could but face him on the dusty Plain Tho' to his Aid he call'd his Catholick Master With thousand Arms held up to thousand Saints Ev'n with this handful of my old Commanders Heading the well truss'd Body of our Men We'd on to make the Mytred Armies yield And drive the trembling Crosiers from the Field Exeunt ACT IV. SCENE I. The Scene draws the King the Queen Mother the Duke of Anjou Duke of Guise Cardinal of Lorrain The Body of Ligneroles held up all bloody Anj. AH Traytor Guise but I will have thy life Gui. Let go your hand or by the Majesty That Governs here I 'll send you to your Boy King Tear 'em asunder Anj. I 'le have Satisfaction King Remove the Body You my Lord of Guise Say how this murder hapned Gui. Thus my Lord. Charles Count of Mansfeild and the Count of Guerchy When with this Mornings hunt the Hills and Groves The Skies and Fountains seem'd one mutual cry Riding in company with this bold Spirit On siery Coursers chanc'd to discompose him He frown'd they laugh'd and so the beaten road Of Quarrels hot words rose then Blows and Thrusts The Youth betwixt 'em fell I know not how And there 's an end of him Anj. Traytor thou ly'st thou know'st the cause King No Sir it was my Order Now as you have respect to your own Safety No more of this Had you not blush'd in Blood In the Heart-blood of him you dearest lov'd By my dead Father's Soul by my Revenge You should your self have mourn'd so gross a failing Q. M. Sir he repents King He does but what he ought Now to the Business Since then the Cloud that holds our horrid Vengeance Comes nearer racking o're the Hugonots heads Let 's help the fall and stir not from this place Till we have fixt the Plat-form of their Ruine First for the Queen Iane Albert of Navarre Because a Woman and of Royal Blood My Mother judg'd that she should dye by Poison Q. M. Dispatch'd with Sweets Pass to the rest she 's dead King Yet not without suspicion of the Princes Who therefore by my Order were desir'd To see her Body open'd which was done Before the chief of all the Hugonots Only her Head was spar'd as I appointed Out of a seeming Reverence but indeed Left that the Poison tho' it pass'd unseen Like a close Murderer through the Lanes of Life Might yet at last be taken where it lodg'd With this in part I satisfy'd their Murmurs Qu. M. Therefore you must confer more favours still Upon the Admiral lull him with Honours Strike him but in the throat of his Ambition You have him sure yet let him play a while And roll at random down the stream of Glory My Lord of Guise you have not yet convers'd him Therefore while this suspicion on the death Of the late Queen flies warm about his ears Visit him as commanded by the King But so as if enforc'd and by degrees Proceed to half a Quarrel that the King Being made the Judge as coming there by chance May give it quite against you in appearance And force you to submit your self for Pardon Gui. It shall be so And fear not I 'le provoke him 'T will ease my Heart a little with keen words To right my Father's wrongs and shed the Venom That swells me all within King On this proceed To the intended Marriage of Navarre Which once perform'd as if that were the Lightning To the sure Peal of Horrour that must follow Begin our Vengeance with the Admiral 's Death Anj. First Sir it would be known how Guise approves The Marriage of Navarre with Marguerite King I know the Duke approves what I resolve And on so great a push would forfeit both A Ligneroles and Marguerite too Qu. M. Come come it 's monstrous but to make a Scruple To stand on Pets Intrigues and foolish Passions When such a Fate is now upon the Bolt As ne're perhaps yet Thunder'd with Success Since first the World began Gui. My Lord I yield And take Prince Porcien's Widow for my Wife King I sent the Count of Rhets to bring her hither My Lord Lorrain pray let me view the Contract This by the hand
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
With my Cavagnes Ant. I am commanded Sir Yet for the safety of your innocent Babes Beware my Lord be cautious O prevent Exit Antramont Adm. Fear not Farewel be gone I will beware Why should I fear Cavagnes when the King Inclines his heart to the Reform'd Religion When the whole management of Home-affairs With all Confederacies made abroad Are left to me as Judge and Arbitrator The Genius and the Oracle of France But if the Will of Heav'n has set it down That all this trust is deep dissimulation That there 's no Faith nor Credit to be given To the inviolable Royal Word O my Cavagnes if 't is possible If this be so I yield I yield to die I am contented for the Protestant Faith Here to be hewn into a thousand pieces And made the Martyr of so good a Cause Lang. My Lord I take my leave and am resolv'd To leave the Court Adm. Cavagnes prethee speak It is not worth our smile But why Langoiran Why dost thou leave the Maker of thy Fortune Is it not worth the hazard Lang. No my Lord. I 'm sorry Sir to see you made so much of And so Farewel For my part I 'm content To save my self with Fools rather than perish With those that are too wise Exit Enter a Servant Serv. My Lord the Duke of Guise Enter Guise Exeunt Cavag Serv. and all Gui. The King my Lord commanded me to wait you And bid you welcome to the Court Adm. The King Still loads me with new Honours but none greater Than this the last Gui. There is one greater yet Your high Commission for the War with Spain I and my Family are charg'd to serve you And 't will be glorious work Adm. If you are there There must be Action Gui. O your pardon Sir I 'm but a Stripling in the Trade of War But you whose life is one continu'd Battel What will not your Triumphant Arms accomplish Who as your self confess'd or Fame is false Have quite out-gone the memory of the Ancients Of Alexander and of Iulius Caesar For they in all their Actions had success But you in spite of your malicious Fortune After the loss of four most signal Battels Still rose more fierce and dreadful to your Foes And last when all men thought you had no way To save your life but wander through the World You forc'd the King to grant your own Conditions More proper for a Conquerour than one That was o'recome Adm. No more of that my Lord. Gui. But Sir since I must make a little one In this great Business let me understand What 't is you mean and why you put the King Upon so dangerous an Expedition Adm. Know I intend the Greatness of the King The Greatness of all France whom it imports To make their Arms their Aim and Occupation Since then the Genius of the Kingdom 's rouz'd I 'll turn the Fever of those Civil Broils To wholesom Exercise to war with Strangers Gui. Stor'd Arsenals and Armories and Fields of Horse Ordnance Ammunition and the Nerve of War Sound Infantry not harrass'd and diseas'd To meet a Veteran Army should be thought of Nor ought you to rely on Protestants Those Mercenaries that must come for he Who thus resolv'd depends on such shall spread His Feathers now but mew 'em all to morrow Adm. I find my Lord the Argument grows warm Therefore thus much and I have done The King Intends to send an Army into Flanders A powerful one and under my Command First then altho' the Wars of later Ages Are in respect of former made i' th' dark Chastillon will not steal a Victory Gui. The Phrase of Alexander at Arbela Adm. No place of Honour Office or Command Through the whole Series of this glorious War For Profit Favour or for Interest Not of the greatest shall be bought or sold Whereas too for th' incouragement of Fighters There are degrees promiscuously conferr'd On Souldiers and no Souldiers this man Knighted Because he charg'd a Troop before his dinner And sculk'd behind a hedge in th' afternoon I will have strict Examination made Betwixt the meritorious and the base And since I am entrusted as I wish I 'll spoil the Traffick of this Brandy Court And vye Rewards for Merit with old Rome Gui. You will my good Lord Admiral Adm. Sir I will Upon the very Spot of Victory For Gallant Men Erect their Tropies Funeral Laudatives And Monuments for those that dy'd in War Crowns of distinction Garland Personal All but the Stile of Emperour which the King Of the whole Universe did after borrow That for my Master and perhaps for me The Triumph of their Generals on return Gui. You have mouth'd it bravely and there is no doubt Your deeds would answer well such haughty words Yet let me tell you Sir there was a man Curse on the hand that sped him that would better Better than you or all the bragging Generals That when he shone in Arms and sun'd the Field That better would become the great Battallion Mov'd spoke and fought and was himself a War Adm. The Noble Guise your Father Sir you mean But yet my Lord Gui. No yet my Lord no yet By Arms I bar you that For never was his like nor shall again Till murder'd by Poltrot curs'd damn'd Poltrot Whose Soul now gluts the Maw of Lucifer Adm. Speak with more Charity Gui. Ha! Charity Damnation on the Soul that harbours it Were I in Heav'n and saw him scorch'd in Flames I would not spit my Indignation down Lest I should cool his Tongue For Beza too That set him on with the Rewards of Heav'n To act so black so deep so damn'd a Murder O why will Charles thus sheath the Sword of Justice Till he has rooted up this Sect of Villains And collar'd to the Stake that canting Slave That preach'd my God-like Father from the World Adm. Come come my Lord hear with a little patience And you shall find 't is not the Protestant way To stab and beat the Brains out in the dark Look home my Lord go to the Vatican See if in all those Politick Discourses There be not one Red-letter'd Page for killing Gui. Ha Admiral then dur'st thou justify The Villain whom my Vengeance marks for death Adm. My Lord I will not justify a Villain More than your self But if you thus proceed If that a great Man's breath can puff away On every Pet the Lives of Free-born People What need that awful General Convocation Th' Assembly of the States nay let me urge If thus you threat the Venerable Beza What may the rest expect Gui. What if I could They should be certain of whole Piles of Fire Adm. 'T is very well my Lord I know your mind Which without fear or flatt'ry to your Person I 'll tell the King and then with his Permission Proclaim it for a Warning to our People Gui. Come you 're a Murd'rer your self Adm. Away Gui. You were Complotter with that Villian Beza
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