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The massacre of Paris a tragedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by their majesties servants / written by Nat. Lee ...
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Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.
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King of France Adm. reads MAdam as you demanded you have power o're all the County suddenly of Armagnac Tell the great Admiral I seek his Friendship Ask of Lorrain the rest who knows my heart Perhaps my Friends it may be thus indeed That quite tir'd out with infinite Distractions He may at last resolve to Rule alone Come from his Page-ship and put off the Mother Not lose his Youth the pleasure of his Bloom Among grey Senators and withering Councils If it were so but hold there 's something here Forbids that thought it rises like a Vapor A strange misgiving such as Women swoon at And Men themselves may fear But see the Queen Enter the Queen of Navarre Prince of Navarre and Prince of Conde Q. Navarr I come Sir to forestall the Cardinal Who from the King offers these terms of Peace He adds to what Count Lodowick brought before His Mothers Policy shall sway no longer That He 'll submit his Genius to your conduct Confirms your being Captain General In that most glorius Enterprize on Spain Allows you fifty for your Person 's Guard Therefore for sealing this Eternal Bond And for the former weighty Consultations He begs you instantly to come to Court Adm. What has your Majesty resolv'd to do Q. M. To go with both the Princes streight to Paris And see the Nuptials of my young Navarre I know not what your Lordship does intend But I have sent already to the King My Answer by Byron and will attend him Adm. Then 't is too late to think of going back You have lanch'd me now indeed and I must plunge In this Abiss tho' it be deep as Hell No Madam spite of all the Augurs here Since you are thus resolv'd I 'le go to the foremost 'T was for your sake and in the Prince's cause For Liberty of Conscience and Religion That I thus long did propagate the War And shall I now not follow where you lead me Lan. Why should you if it goes against your mind Adm. Peace peace Langoiran since the Main's produc'd I mean the Resolution of the Queen My Fate cries out we must we must away Therefore my Friend go gather my Dependants Bid 'em prepare for Paris Tell my Wife My dearest Martia we must bid farewell Tell her I 'm forc'd to swim against the Stream Say that her Cato's bound for Vtica From whence perhaps he never shall return Enter Cardinal of Lorrain Car. Conquest prosperity and smooth success Be ever strow'd before our General 's feet Thus Sir the King salutes you with Commission To turn the Torrent of your Arms on Spain Adm. My Lord I glory in the great Employ I hear beside the King will rule alone For Sir what e're the Wit of Women be From War and Councils let 'em be remov'd I say again with my old bluntness Sir To have a Female finger in the State Is blasting to the Prince's Memory Let him but be sincere and leave the Mother Old as I am I will put on my Arms And with this hand not wither'd yet in War Bear to th' Escurial his Imperial Standard Car. My Lord for the sincerity of the King That he intends his Dear and Great Chastillon The very words that did express his love All Honours Titles Greatness all Advancement Nay to the curbing of his Mother's Will For the performance of each Article Without a pious catch or trick of State Without the smallest Mental Reservation Equivocation or the least Reserve In the King's Name as I am Priest profess'd As I am sent from Heav'n to teach Salvation I pawn the truth of my immortal Soul Adm. He then to whom our hearts are free and open Be judge betwixt his Majesty and me Car. O Sir O Madam oh you make me weep Viewing by this the frailty of the World For if the Mind of Man be so suspicious On such clear Demonstration of Affection How can you e're believe the Love Divine Q. M. My Lord you may return with our obedience And tell the King the Admiral the Princes My self and all his humble faithful Subjects Will haste to throw our Bodies at his feet Adm. My Lord farewell I must not doubt your Oaths But with implicite Faith believe the King At whose Tribunal I must shortly kneel For Pardon and Forgiveness Admiral returns with Cavagnes Adm. Hark my Cavagnes write to count Lodowic The Seirs de Genlis and La-Nove to haste And suddenly to make surprise of Mons. Cav My Lord Adm. Nay write I say I 'le have it done On my Parisian entrance I 'm resolv'd To see into the heart of this young Charles And force him thus upon a War with Spain For tho' this Cardinal Swear and damn his Soul As deep as Heaven's high yet if his bowels Be like the rest of that Blood-colour'd Robe And laughs at Ghosts where 's then the Admiral Caught by this perjur'd jugling man of God! What for the Cabinet Murderers to play with To toss Chastillon's Fate from one to t'other And grin my Life and Honour from the World But now for Paris Call Colombier The Count la Rochfoucalt Marquis de Renel Piles Pluviah Pardillan and Lavardine Bandine and all my Gallants of the War For Paris bid 'em haste Enter Antramont with Langoiran Ant. Stay stay My Lord I charge you stay for Martia does Arrest you And saies you shall not go to Vtica Martia resolves to hinder this Self-Murder Adm. Self-Murder Martia Ant. Yes you turn the Sword Upon your self which Charles and that false Queen Brandish against you going thus to Court Against your will for so you sent me word Is not this running it in your own Bowels Is it not Cato but you shall not leave me You 're now Betroth'd and in this sad Condition Thus fraught with your clear Image like a Bark Too Richly laden with an over Ballast Leave me not Gaspar to a stood of Tears A Sea of Passion and a Storm of Sorrow Adm. Beg me not Martia 't is impossible To stay me now my Honour is engag'd My Word is past Ant. Yet stay Sir stay so long So long at least as may preserve your Likeness For if I yield you now to those Court-Murderers My boding Fears will blast it e're 't is Born For sure as Caesar's Butchery was perform'd At Rome your Murder is contriv'd at Paris Calphurnia's bloody Dream and Scent of Slaughter Are nothing Sir to my Prophetick Spirit Which not by Visions Fantoms of the Night But by day Arguments and certain Reason Will give such Evidence for your undoing As you your self being Judge shall say are true Adm. O Antramont away why dost thou thus Unman me with thy Tears Tho' certain Death With all the Dagger'd Council stood to wait me Ev'n in my view I swear I would among ' em Ant. Then you are caught indeed they hate you Sir Your Wife with this poor Innocent unborn With all your other Orphans are undone The Glory of the Earth is laid along I see
ne're so foul should not be lopt Without the utmost last Necessity Because the Body feels too great defect Sharp Pains and almost irrecoverable Weakness And will you now cut the great Arteries The Princes of the Blood Most horrid thought Q. M. Compose your self Navarre and Conde live Come come you must put off this Melancholy 'T will breed Suspicion Sir let me intreat you To go upon the Instant streight to Tennis While Morvele does his business King O my heart If you would have me fixt you must not leave me You must talk out to my distracted Soul Left Conscience drown the Voice of Policy Exeunt all but Car. Car. This 't is to have a Conscience Here comes one Enter Guise Sear'd as my self of my own Family Is he dispatch'd Gui. Not yet but Morvele waits him His Fuzee cock'd and planted at the Window All all is fitted Car. What your Marguerite Said she was sick and would not bed the Prince Last night Gui. I know not that but here I stay To take her as she passes to the Gardens How fares the King Car. A little bound in Conscience He pukes at Dreams and as I hear of late Spits Blood Gui. A Fit a fit my Lord o' th' Mother I told you so But see the furious Princess Away I 'le clap my Prow upon the Storm And if a Wrack must follow let it come Enter Marguerite Mar. Ha! Villain Traytor Devil Hence be gone Or I must get into my Grave to hide me I 've sworn I 've sworn to fly thee like a Fury And I am Damn'd if e're I see thee more Gui. I will obey you And indeed the Fates Of these sad Souls that must to day be dol'd Require my haste I beg you but to hear me Grant me but this By Hell and Hell's worst Horrors And all the Murders of this bloody day You ne're shall see me more Mar. What can'st thou say For see I know not how thou 'st charm'd my rage Gui. Know then the lives of every Hugonot This moment now are sentenc'd to the Grave A Massacre of all Mar. A Massacre Gui. Madam I 've done But hark a Gun went off My leaping heart cries out It is the Admiral The Marriage of Navarre was for this end Design'd to bring the Princes to the Court And on so great an Enterprise the King Compell'd me to the tearing of the Contract Or threatned the destruction of my House And which was worse your death before my eyes What hoa Morvele He pass'd the Anti-chamber Enter Morvele Permit me to consult him Ha! speak out Say is the Admiral Morv Not dead my Lord. I think I saw some of his Fingers fly And part of his left Arm I 'm sure I hit him Gui. Here take this Key fly to my Closet haste Thou art pursu'd Farewell Mor. I 'm gone my Lord. Exit Gui. 'T was in this manner just my noble Father Was palted from the Fame of all the World By such another Villain and my Soul Leaps with Revenge that this proud Admiral Should like an Eagle in his utmost slight Be topled from the Clouds of all his Glory Madam farewel I hope you will excuse What I enforc'd did act I love you still And on this sad affair in which perhaps Your Guise may perish It would warm my heart To hear you do not hate me Marg. Death and Horrour Infamy Vengeance Murder Massacre Gui. Now by the life and heart of our design 'T is well dissembled stood thy Lord in view I thus wou'd charge thee bear thee in my arms From the proud hurry of a clashing World To Mahomet's Paradise to Beds of Pleasure Where we shall spin the silken Joys for ever Without a break lengthening the twinkling moment To an Eternity of deathless Pleasure Marg. Touch me not for thy life thou Traytor Murderer Ravisher Oh thou titled Villany In Purple dipt to give a gloss to mischief Follow the bloody bark of thy Ambition And never see me more Gui. It cannot be Unless you chain me drag me in Sunless Caves You are my Earthly goodness all my hope Of Comfort here nor wish I more hereafter Marg. Hold hold Prophaner thou hast dishonour'd me But this is little to the Crimes that follow Thou hast betray'd me after all my Vows To marry one I hate for thy Ambition Mak'st me the Cause of this most horrid Vengeance At which the Earth shall sicken Saints be sad And none but Furies like your self Gui. Did not your Mother form the whole design Marg. Whoever form'd or helpt in such contriving Hell and Damnation waste 'em but for thee Sear'd as thou art with Cruelty Revenge I pity thee O Guise because I lov'd thee And beg thee view those Fiends that gape to seize thee Allow at least a possibility An unknown Country after you are dead As well as there was one e're you were born Gui. Admit me then once more to share your Breast To taste those Secrets from those lovely Lips And I in time may be a Proselyte Marg. Here look your last for from the time I leave you Ne're hope to see lost Marguerite more Gui. I am a Rebel and have sworn to see you By all our former Dearness and I will By Heav'n I will in spite of your resolve I 'le gaze upon you till these Crystals run Marg. You have broke my heart a thousand several ways And now against my will this parting melts me Gui. Speak not of parting by those Eyes I beg Nor melting hearts The blood runs down from mine Marg. For all the wrongs you have done me my Dishonor For all your delays your slights your thousand Oaths Your most considerate Pride in falling out That I might court you to be Friends again Gui. Stop yet and Oh eternal Love shall crowu thee Marg. For all my Midnight groans Gui. Hold Marguerite Marg. My Tears my Watchings The bleeding tokens of the fondest Love Gui. Take this and strike it to my heart Offers a Dagger But speak your griefs no more Marg. By all I 've said I beg you Sir to spare my Husband's life Gui. What Marguerite ha Navarre agen This was too much Marg. Save him if possible And so farewel thou Ruine of my Glory Farewel thou strong Seducer of my Youth Yet I will Eye thee hungerly at last Nay take this sigh too that thus splits my heart My Husband's life In all that I implore To save Navarre and never see me more Exit Marg. Gui. She 's gone for ever gone why let her go Henceforth pronounce all Woman-kind thy Foe Or if thy feeble Soul to Love return Do not like Anthony for life time burn But as a Lion eager of his prey Compell'd by thirst turns from his purpos'd way And in some silver Fountain slacks his rage Then runs more fiercely on his Foes t' ingage So having quench'd thy fires with Beauties Charms Forget the Pleasures and rush to Arms. Exit Enter King Q. Mother Anjou Lorrain Alb. Gondi King Command