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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 A irall his Servants. Written by Christopher Marlow. At London Printed by B. A. for Edward White, dwelling neere the little North doore of S. Paules Church at the signe w the Gun. n. d. 8vo.
CHARLES THE NINTH, king of France.
CATHERINE, the Queen-Mother of France.
THE MASSACRE AT
Bnter CHARLES," the French king; CATHERINE, the Queen | Having the king, Queen-Mother on our sides, *
To stop the malice of his envious heart,
That seeks to murder all the protestants.
Have you not heard of late how he decreed Prince Condó, and my good Lord Admiral,
(If that the king had given consent thereto) I wish this union and religious league,
That all the protestants that are in Paris Knit in these hands, thus join'd in nuptial rites,
Should have been murdered the other night? May not dissolve till death dissolve our lives;
Adm. My lord, I marvel that th' aspiring
Dares once adventure, without the king's consent, May still be fuellid in our progeny.
To meddle or attempt such dangerous things. Nav. The many favours which your grace hath
Con. My lord, you need not marvel at the shewn,
Guise, From time to time, but specially in this,
For what he doth, the Pope will ratify, Shall bind me ever to your highness' will,
In murder, mischief, or in tyranny.
Nav. But he that sits and rules above the clouds In what Queen-Mother or your grace commands. Cath. Thanks, son Navarre. You see we love
Doth hear and see the prayers of the just,
And will revenge the blood of innocents, That link you in marriage with our daughter
That Guise bath slain by treason of his heart, here;
And brought by murder to their timeless ends. And, as you know, our difference in religion
Adm. My lord, but did you mark the Cardinal, Might be a means to cross you in your love,
The Guise's brother, and the Duke Dumaine, Char. Well, madam, let that rest.
How they did storm at these your nuptial rites, And now, my lords, the marriage-rites perform'd,
Because the house of Bourbon now comes in, We think it good to go and consummate
And joins your lineage to the crown of France ? The rest with hearing of a holy mass.
Nav. And that's the cause that Guise so frowns Sister, I think yourself will bear us company. Mar. I will, my good lord.
And beats his brains to catch us in his trap, Char. The rest that will not go, my lords, may
Which he hath pitch'd within his deadly toil. stay.-
Come, my lords, let's go to the church, and pray Come, mother,
That God may still defend the right of France, Let us go to honour this solemnity.
And make his Gospel flourish in this land. Cath. Which I'll dissolve with blood and
Enter GUISE. (Exeunt all except the King or NAVARRE, CONDE, Guise. If ever Hymen lour'd at marriage-rites,
and the ADMIRAL. Nav. Prince Condé, and my good Lord Admiral, * sides] Altered by the modern editors to "side," Now Guise may storm, but do us little hurt,
unnecessarily. — “Upon our sides it never shall be broken." Shakespeare's King John, act v. sc. 2.
| Enter Guise) Soene, an apartment (not in the house of * Enter Charles, &c. ) Scene, an apartment in the Louvre. Guise : see note 1, p. 228).