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And had his altars deck'd with dusky lights ; Oft have I levelld, and at last have learn'd
If ever sun stain'd heaven with bloody clouds, That peril is the chiefest way to happiness,
And made it look with terror on the world; And resolution honour's fairest aim.
If ever day were turn'd to ugly night,

What glory is there in a common good,
And night made semblance of the hue of hell ; That hangs for every peasant to achieve?
This day,* this hour, this fatal night,

That like I best, that Aies beyond my reach. Shall fully shew the fury of them all.

Set me to scale the high Pyramides, Apothecary !

And thereon set the diadem of France;

I'll either rend it with my nails to naught,
Enter Apothecary.

Or mount the top with my aspiring wings,
Apoth. My lord ?

Although my downfall be the deepest hell. Guise. Now shall I prove, and guerdon to the For this I wake, when others think I sleep; full,

For this I wait, that scorn attendance else; The love thou bear'st unto the house of Guise. For this, my quenchless thirst, whereon I build, Where are those perfum'd gloves which I sent + Hath often pleaded kindred to the king; To be poison'd? hast thou done them ? speak; For this, this head, this heart, this hand, and Will every savour breed a pang of death?

sword, Apoth. See where they be, my good lord; and Contrives, imagines, and fully executes, he that smells

Matters of import aimed at by many, But to them, dies.

Yet understood by none; Guise. Then thou remain'st resolute ?

For this, hath heaven engender'd me of earth ; Apoth. I am, my lord, in what your grace For this, this earth sustains my body's weight, commands,

And with this weight I'll counterpoise a crown, Till death.

Or with seditions weary all the world; Guise. Thanks, my good friend : I will requite For this, from Spain the stately Catholics thy love.

Send Indian gold to coin me French ecues ; * Go, then, present them to the Queen Navarre ;

For this, have I a largess from the Pope, For she is that huge blemish in our eye,

A pension, and a dispensation too; That makes these upstart heresies in France :

And by that privilege to work upon, Be gone, my friend, present them to her straight. My policy hath fram'd religion.

(Exit Apothecary. | Religion ! 0 Diabole / Soldier !

Fie, I am asham'd, however that I seem,
Enter a Soldier. I

To think a word of such a simple sound,
Sold. My lord ?

Of so great matter should be made the ground ! Guise. Now come thou forth, and play thy The gentle king, whose pleasure uncontrollid tragic part:

Weakeneth his body, and will wasto his realın, Stand in some window, opening near the street, If I repair not what he ruinates, And when thou see'st the Admiral ride by, Him, as a child, I daily win with words, Discharge thy musket, and perform his death ; So that for proof he barely bears the name; And then I'll guerdon thee with store of crowns. I execute, and he sustains the blame. Sold. I will, my lord.

[Exit. The Mother-Queen works wonders for my sake, Guise. Now, Guise, begin those deep-engen And in my love entombs the hope of France, der'd thoughts

Riding the bowels of her treasury, To burst abroad those never-dying flames

To supply my wants and necessity. Which cannot be extinguish'd but by blood. Paris hath full five hundred colleges,

As monasteries, priories, abbeys, and halls, This day, &c.) Something wanting in this line. Qy.

Wherein are thirty thousand able men, "and this fatal night,"_"hour" being, as it very often Besides a thousand sturdy student Catholics ; is a dissyllablo ?

And more,—of my knowledge, in one cloister | rhich I sent] The modern editors, for the metro, print, rchich late I sent."

keep + Enter a Soldier, &c.] “L'assassin fut bientôt trouvé. Five hundred fat Franciscan friars and priosts: On choisit le fameux Maurevel, qui se cacha dans une maison devant laquelle l'amiral passoit tous les jours on revenant du Louvre," &c. Anquetil,- Hist. de France,

* ecues) i. e. crowUS. t. v. 226, ed. 1817.

keep) i. e. dwell.

All this, and more, if more may be compris'd, Mar. Too late it is, my lord, if that be true, To bring the will of our desires to end.

To blame her highness; but I hope it be Then, Guise,

Only some natural passion makes her sick. Since thou hast all the cards within thy hands, Old Q. of Nav. O, no, sweet Margaret ! the To shuffle or cut, take this as surest thing,

fatal poison That, right or wrong, thou deal thyself a king. Works* within my head ; my brain-pan brenks ; Ay, but, Navarre, *—'tis but a nook of France, My heart doth faint; I die!

[Dies. Sufficient yet for such a petty king,

Nav. My mother poison'd here before my That, with a rabblement of his heretics,

face! Blinds Europe's eyes, and troubleth our estate. O gracious God, what times are these ! Him will we-[Pointing to his sword.] but first 0, grant, sweet God, my days may end with hers, let's follow those in France

That I with her may die and live again ! That hinder our possession to the crown.

Mar. Let not this heavy chance, my dearest lord, As Caesar to his soldiers, so say I,

(For whose effects my soul is massacrèd,) Those that hate me will I learn to loathe.

Infect thy gracious breast with fresh supply Give me a look, that, when I bend the brows, To aggravate our sudden misery. Pale death may walk in furrows of my face ; Adm. Come, my lords, let us bear her body A hand, that with a grasp may gripe the world ;

hence, An ear to hear what my detractors say ;

And see it honoured with just solemnity. A royal seat, a sceptre, and a crown;

(As they are going out, the Soldier dischargeth his

musket at the ADMIRAL. That those which do behold them t may become As men that stand and gaze against the sun.

Con. What, are you hurt, my Lord High The plot is laid, and things shall come to pass

Admiral ? Where resolution strives for victory. [Exit.

Adm. Ay, my good lord, shot through the arm.

Nav. We are betray'd ! Come, my lords, Enter the KING OF NAVARRE: QUEEN MARGARET, the Old

And let us go tell the king of this. QUEEN OF NAVARRE, the PRINCE OF CONDÉ, and the Adm. These are ADMIRAL; they are met by the Apothecary with the The cursèd Guisians, that do seck our death. gloves, which he gives to the OLD QUEEN.

O, fatal was this marriage to us all ! A poth. Madam,

(Brennt, bearing out the body of the OLD QUEEN OF I beseech your grace to accept this simple gift.

NAVARRE. Old Q. of Nav. Thanks, my good friend. Hold, take thou this reward. [Gives a purse.

Enter King CHARLES, I CATHERINE the Queen- Mother,

Apoth. I humbly thank your majesty. (Exit.
Old Q. of Nav. Methinks the gloves have a

Cath. My noble son, and princely Duke of

Guise, very strong perfume, The scent whereof doth make my head to ache.

Now have we got the fatal, straggling deer Nav. Doth not your grace kuow the man that

Within the compass of a deadly toil,

And, as we late decreed, we may perform. gave them you? Old Q of Nav. Not well; but do remember

Char. Madam, it will be noted through the

world such a man. Adm. Your grace was ill-advis'd to take them,

An action bloody and tyrannical ; then,

Chiefly, since under safety of our word Considering of these dangerous times.

They justly challenge their protection : ou R. of Nav. Help, son Navarre ! I am

* Works] The modern oditors print, for the metre, poison'd!

“Doth work."--Qy. Worketh"? Mar. The heavens forbid your highness such

the body of the ou Queen of Navarre] “La reine de mishap!

Navarre arriva à la cour au milieu du mois de mai (1572],

et le 9 juin elle étoit morte. Un cri se fit entendre par Nav. The late suspicion of the Duke of Guise

toute la France qu'elle avoit été empoisonnée; cependant, Miglt well bave mov'd your highness to beware malgré les recherches les plus exactes, on ne lui trouva How you did medule with such dangerous gifts.

aucune trace de poison. Mais que ne pouvoit-on pas présumer, après les exemples trop surs qu'on avoit des

morts aussi nécessaires, procurées par différents moyens?" * Nararre) Old ed. " Nauarre, Nauarre."

Anquotil,- Hist. de France, t. v. 220, ed. 1817. them) Old ed. "they."

| Enter King Charles, &c.] Scene, an apartment in the * Enter the King of Nararre, &c.) Scene, a street. Louvre.

Cath. Your majesty were best go visit him, And make a show as if all were well.

Char. Content; I will go visit the Admiral. Guise. And I will go take order for his death.


The ADMIRAL discovered in bed.

Besides, my heart relents that noblemen,
Only corrupted in religion,
Ladies of honour, knights, and gentlemen,
Should, for their conscience, taste such ruthless

ends. Anj. Though gentle minds should pity others'

pains, Yet will the wisest note their proper griefs, And rather seek to scourge their enemies Than be themselves base subjects to the whip. Guise. Methinks my Lord Anjou hath well

advis'd Your highness to consider of the thing, And rather choose to seek your country's good Than pity or relieve these upstart heretics. Cath. I hope these reasons may serve my

princely son To have some care for fear of enemies.

Char. Well, madam, I refer it to your majesty, And to my nephew here, the Duke of Guise: What you determine, I will ratify. Cath. Thanks to my princely son.—Then tell

me, Guise, What order will you set down for the massacre ?

Guise. Thus, madam. They That shall be actors in this massacre, Shall wear white crosses on their burgonets, t And tie white linen scarfs about their arms : He that wants these, and is suspect I of heresy, Shall die, be he king or emperor.

Then I'll have A peal of ordnance shot from the tower, at

which They all shall issue out, and set the streets; And then, The watch-word being given, a bell shall ring, Which when they hear, they shall begin to kill, And never cease until that bell shall cease; Then breathe a while.

Char. How fares it with my Lord High

Hath he been hurt with villains in the street ?
I vow and swear, as I am king of France,
To find and to repay the man with death,
With death delay'd and torments never us'd,
That durst presume, for hope of any gain,
To hurt the nobleman his † sovereign loves.
Adm. Ah, my good lord, these are the

That seek to massacre our guiltless lives!

Char. Assure yourself, my good Lord Admiral,
I deeply sorrow for your treacherous wrong;
And that I am not more secure myself
Than I am careful you should be preserv'd. -
Crusin, take twenty of our strongest guard,
And, under your direction, see they keep
All treacherous violence from our noble friend;
Repaying all attempts with present death
Upon the cursèd breakers of our peace.-
And so be patient, good Lord Admiral,
And every hour I will visit you.
Adm. I humbly thank your royal majesty.

[B.teunt CHARLES, dic. Scene closes.

Bnter Guise, I ANJOU, DUMAINE, Gonzago, RETES, §

MOUNTSORRELL, and Soldiers, to the massacre. Guise. Anjou, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, swear, By the argent crosses in your burgonets, To kill all that you suspect of heresy.

Dum. I swear by this, to be unmerciful.

Enter the ADMIRAL's Serviug-Man. Char. How now, fellow ! what news? Serv.-M. An it please your grace, the Lord

High Admiral, Riding the streets, was traitorously shot; And most humbly || entreats your majesty To visit him, sick in his bed. Char. Messenger, tell him I will see him straight.

(Exit Serv-M. What shall we do now with the Admiral !

# The Admiral discovered in bed] Old ed. " Enter the Admirall in his bed." Sometimes such stage-directions meant that a bed, con taiving the sleeper, was to be thrust upon the stage ; but we may conclude from a subsequent scene (p. 231, first col.) that bere, a curtain having been drawn, the Admiral was discovered on a bed, upon what was called the upper-stage. The audience were now to suppose that they beheld the Admiral's sleeping apartment. The old ed. does not mark the erit of Catherine; but it is evident that our poet intended her to go out here. We are told, however, by historians that she accompanied the king when he visited the wounded Admiral : soo note on Mem. de Sully, t. i. 40, od. 1747, Loudrus. this] Old ed. "their,"

Enter Guise, &c.) Scene, a street. $ Gonzago, Retes] i. e Louis de Gonzague, Duc de Nevers; and Albert de Gondi, Duc de Retz.

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Anj. I am disguis'd, and none knows who I Guise. Then throw him down. am,

[The body of the ADMIRAL is thrown down. And therefore mean to murder all I meet.

Anj. Now, cousin, view him well: Gon. And so will I.

It may be 'tis some other, and he escap'd. Retes. And I.

Guise. Cousin, 'tis be; I know him by his Guise. Away, then ! break into the Admiral's

look : house.

See where my soldier shot him through the arm; Retes. Ay, let the Admiral be first despatch'd. He miss'd him near, but we have struck him Guise. The Admiral,

now. Chief standard-bearer to the Lutherang,

Ah, base Chatillon and degenerate, Shall in the entrance * of this massacre

Chief standard-bearer to the Lutherans, Be murder'd in his bed.

Thus, in despite of thy religion, Gonzago, conduct them thither; and then The Duke of Guise stamps on thy lifeless bulk ! Beset his house, that not a man may live.

Anj. Away with him! cut off his head and Anj. That charge is mine.—Switzers, keep you hands, * the streets;

Aud send them for a present to the Pope; And at each corner shall the king's guard stand. And, when this just revenge is finished, Gon. Come, sirs, follow me:

Unto Mount Faucon t will we drag his corse ; (Brit Gonzago with others. And he, that living hated so the Cross, Anj. Cousin, the captain of the Admiral's Shall, being dead, be hang'd thereon in chains. guard,

Guise. Anjou, Gonzago, Retes, if that you Plac'd by my brother, will betray his lord.

Now, Guise, shall Catholics flourish once again; Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine,
The head being off, the members cannot stand. There shall not a Huguenot breathe in France.
Retes. But look, my lord, there's some in the

Admiral's house.
[The ADMIRAL discovered in bed ; Gonzago and * cut off his head and hands, &c.) “Vn Italien de sa
others in the house.

garde (of the Chevalior's guard) luy coupa la testo, et la Anj. In lucky time: come, let us keep this

porta incontinent à la Reyne mere, qui l'ayant enbaumée,

à co que disent les Huguenots, l'enuoya à Rome." Melane,

zeray, ubi supra. And slay his servants that shall issue out.

+ Mount Faucon] So the old ed. ; and so indeed our Gon. Where is the Admiral ?

early authors usually wrote the name ; Adm. O, let me pray before I die !

"O, may they once as high as Haman mount,

And from Mount Faulcon give a sad account," &c. Gon. Then pray unto our Lady; kiss this

Sylvester's Du Bartas's Works (4 Hymn of Alms), cross,

[Stabs him.

p. 517, ed. 1641. Adm. O God, forgive my sins !

(Dies. “La populace s'attache à ce malheureux corps sans Guise. Gonzago, what, is he dead?

teste, et lui fait toutes les indignitez imaginables : pre

mierement ils luy coupent les mains et les parties honGon. Ay, my lord.

teuses, et laissent sur le fumier d'vne escurie ; puis

l'apredisnée, ils le reprennent, le traisnent trois jours * entrance) i. e. commencement. So in Heywood's durant part es boues, et le iettent dans l'eau; après l'en Four Prentises of London, the Soldier, having captured ayant retiré, ils le portent à Montfaucon, où le pendant Robert and Charles, says, –

les pieds en haut auec vne chaisne de fer, ils allument “Take them to guard : this entrance to our warres du feu dessous pour le brusler: mais il n'en est que Is full of spirit, and begets much hope."

grillé seulement, et non pas consumé. Ainsi leur ven

Sig. G. 4. ed. 1615. geance s'acharnant sur celuy qu'ils auoient tant approThe Admiral discovered in bed: Gonzago and others in hendé viuant, le tourmenta par tous les elemens, iusqu'à the houre) Old ed "Enter into the Admirals house, and tant que le Mareschal de Montmorency fit desrober ho in his bed." Here, we must suppose that, a curtain durant vne nuit obscure ces miserables restes, et leur having been drawn (as before, p. 230, sec. col.), the Ad donna repos dans sa Chappelle de Chantilly." Mezeray, miral was discovered in bed, -on the upper-stage, as it ubi supra.-"A little on this side Paris, euen at the appears from what Guise presently says, "Then throw towns end, there is the fayrest Gallowes that euer I saw, him down."--The Admiral's body was thrown out of the built vpon a little hillocke called Mount Falcon, which window : sec Mezeray's Nint de France, t. ii. 1095, ed. consisteth of fourteene faire pillars of free-stone: this 1646. - It would seem that the audience were now to gallowes was made in the time of the Guisian massacre, suppose that they saw at once both the interior of the to hang the Admirall of France Chatillion, who was a Admirl's dwelling, and the street or court before it ! Protestant, Anno Dom. 1572." Coryat's Crulities, &c. "L'Amiral étoit logé dans la ruë Betify, dans une p. 20, ed. 1611.--I may just observe that the treatment Auberge qui est aujourd'hui l'Hotel S. Pierre." Note on of the Admiral's body in a later scene (p. 234, sec. Mom, de Sully, t. i. 55, ed. 1747, Londres.

col.) is at variance with the present speech of Anjou.

Anj. I swear by this cross, we'll not be partial, Without the intercession of some saint? But slay as many as we can come near.

Sanctus* Jacobus, he's + my saint; pray to him. Guise. Mountsorrell, go shoot the ordnance off, Ser. O, let me pray unto my God! That they, which have already set the street, Mount. Then take this with you. May know their watchword; then toll the bell,

(Stabs SEROUNE, who dies; and then erit And so let's forward to the massacre. Mount. I will, my lord.


Enter Ramus, in his study. Guise. And now, my lords, let's closely to our

Ramus. What fearful cries come from the river business.

Seine, Anj. Anjou will follow thee.

That fright poor Ramus sitting at his book! Dum. And so will Dumaine.

I fear the Guisians have pass'd the bridge, (The ordnance being shot off, the bell tolls.

And mean once more to menace me. Guise. Come, then, let's away. [Exeunt.

Enter TALÆUS. S Enter Guise, t and the rest, with their swords drawn, chasing the Protestants.

Tal. Fly, Ramus, iy, if thou wilt save thy Guise. Tucz, tuez, tuez !

life! Let none escape ! murder the Huguenots !

Ramus. Tell me, Talæus, wherefore should I Anj. Kill them ! kill them !

[Exeunt. fly?

Tal. The Guisians are Enter LOREINE, I running : Guise and the rest pursuing

Hard at thy door, and mean to murder us : him.

Hark, hark, they come! I'll leap out at the Guise. Loreine, Loreine! follow Loreine !


Ramus. Sweet Talæus, stay.
Are you a preacher of these heresies?
Lor. I am a preacher of the word of God;

And thou a traitor to thy soul and him.
Guise. “Dearly beloved brother,"—thus 'tis

Gon. Who goes there?

Retes. 'Tis Talæus, Ramus' bedfellow,
(Stabs LOREINE, who dies.

Gon. What art thou ?
Anj. Stay, my lord, let me begin the psalm.

Tal. I am, as Ramus is, a Christian.
Guise. Come, drag him away, and throw him

Reles. O, let him go; he is a Catholic.
in a ditch.
(Exeunt with the body.

(Erit Talgus. Enter MOUNTSORRELL, § and knocks at SEROUNE's door.

Gon. Come, Ramus, more gold, or thou shalt

have the stab. Seroune's Wife (within). Who is that which

Ramus. Alas, I am a scholar! how should I knocks there?

have gold? Mount. Mountsorrell, from the Duke of Guise.

All that I have is but my stipend from the king, Seroune's Wife (within). Husband, come down;

Which is no sooner receiv'd but it is spent. here's one would speak with you From the Duke of Guise.


Enter SEROUNE from the house.
Ser. To speak with me, from such a man as he?

Anj. Who have you there?
Mount. Ay, ay, for this, Seroune; and thou

Retes. 'Tis Ramus, the king's Professor of shalt ba't. (Shewing his dagger.


Guise. Stab bim.
Ser. O, let me pray, before I take my death !
Mount. Despatch, then, quickly.

Ramus. O, good my lord,
Ser. O Christ, my Saviour !

Wherein hath Rainus been so offensious! Mount. Christ, villain !

Guise. Marry, sir, in having a smack in all, Why, darest thou presume to call on Christ,

And yet didst never sound anything to the depth.

* 8t) i. e. beset.
| Enter Guise, &c.) Scene, a street.
* Enter Loreine, &c.) Scene, another street.
$ Enter Mountsorrell, &c.) Scene, another street.

* Sanctu] Old ed. "Sancta."

he's] Old ed. " he was."

Seine) Old ed. "Rene."
$ Talæus) i. e. Audomarus Talæus.

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