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Massacre at Paris
Massacre at Paris
by Christopher Marlowe
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＇DRAMATIS PERSONAE＇
CHARLES THE NINTHKing of France Duke of Anjouhis brother；
afterwards KNIG HENRY THE THIRD King of Navarre PRINCE OF
CONDEhis brother
brothers DUKE OF GUISE CARDINAL OF LORRAINE DUKE
DUMAINE
SON TO THE DUKE OF GUISEa boy THE LORD HIGH
ADMIRAL DUKE OF JOYEUX EPERNOUN PLESHE BARTUS TWO
LORDS OF POLAND GONZAGO RETES MOUNTSORRELL
COSSINS；Captain of the King's Guard MUGEROUN THE CUTPURSE
LOREINE；a preacher SEROUNE RAMUS TALEUS FRIAR
SURGEONENGLISH AGENT APOTHECARY Captain of the Guard；
Protestants； Schoolmasters； Soldiers； Murderers； Attendants； &c。
CATHERINE；the Queen Mother of France MARGARET；her daughter；
wife to the KING OF NAVARRE THE OLD QUEEN OF NAVARRE
DUCHESS OF GUISE WIFE TO SEROUNE Maid to the Duchess of
Guise
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＇Scene I＇
Enter Charles the French King； ＇Catherine＇ the Queene Mother；
the King of Navarre； the Prince of Condye； the Lord high Admirall； and
＇Margaret＇ the Queene of Navarre； with others。
CHARLES。 Prince of Navarre my honourable brother； Prince Condy；
and my good Lord Admirall； wishe this union and religious league； Knit in
these hands； thus joyn'd in nuptiall rites； May not desolve； till death
desolve our lives； And that the native sparkes of princely love； That
kindled first this motion in our hearts； May still be feweld in our progenye。
NAVAREE。 The many favours which your grace has showne； From
time to time； but specially in this； Shall binde me ever to your highnes will；
In what Queen Mother or your grace commands。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Thanks sonne Navarre； you see we love you
well； That linke you in mariage with our daughter heer： And as you know；
our difference in Religion Might be a meanes to crosse you in your love。
CHARLES。 Well Madam； let that rest： And now my Lords the mariage
rites perfourm'd； We think it good to goe and consumate The rest； with
hearing of an holy Masse： Sister； I think your selfe will beare us company。
QUEENE MARGARET。 I will my good Lord。
CHARLES。 The rest that will not goe （my Lords） may stay： Come
Mother； Let us goe to honor this solemnitie。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Which Ile desolve with bloud and crueltie。
＇Aside。＇
Exit ＇Charles＇ the King； Queene Mother； and ＇Margaret＇ the Queene of
Navar ＇with others＇； and manet Navar； the Prince of Condy； and the Lord
high Admirall。
NAVARRE。 Prince Condy and my good Lord Admiral； Now Guise
may storme but does us little hurt： Having the King； Queene Mother on
our side； To stop the mallice of his envious heart； That seekes to murder
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all the Protestants： Have you not heard of late how he decreed； If that the
King had given consent thereto； That all the protestants that are in Paris；
Should have been murdered the other night？
ADMIRALL。 My Lord I mervaile that th'aspiring Guise Dares once
adventure without the Kings assent； To meddle or attempt such dangerous
things。
CONDY。 My Lord you need not mervaile at the Guise； For what he
doth the Pope will ratifie： In murder； mischeefe； or in tiranny。
NAVARRE。 But he that sits and rules above the clowdes； Doth heare
and see the praiers of the just： And will revenge the bloud of innocents；
That Guise hath slaine by treason of his heart； And brought by murder to
their timeles ends。
ADMIRALL。 My Lord； but did you mark the Cardinall The Guises
brother； and the Duke Dumain： How they did storme at these your nuptiall
rites； Because the house of Burbon now comes in； And joynes your lineage
to the crowne ofFrance？
NAVARRE。 And thats the cause that Guise so frowns at us； And beates
his braines to catch us in his trap； Which he hath pitcht within his deadly
toyle。 Come my Lords lets go to the Church and pray； That God may still
defend the right of France： And make his Gospel flourish in this land。
Exeunt。
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＇Scene II＇
Enter the Duke of Guise。 GUISE。 If ever Hymen lowr'd at marriage
rites； And had his alters decks with duskie lightes： If ever sunne stainde
heaven with bloudy clowdes； And made it look with terrour on the worlde：
If ever day were turnde to ugly night； And night made semblance of the
hue of hell； This day； this houre； this fatall night； Shall fully shew the fury
of them all。 Apothecarie。
Enter the Pothecarie。
POTHECARIE。 My Lord。
GUISE。 Now shall I prove and guerdon to the ful； The love thou
bear'st unto the house of Guise： Where are those perfumed gloves which
late I sent To be poysoned； hast thou done them？ speake； Will every
savour breed a pangue of death？
POTHECARIE。 See where they be my Lord； and he that smelles but to
them； dyes。
GUISE。 Then thou remainest resolute。
POTHECARIE。 I am my Lord； in what your grace commaundes till
death。
GUISE。 Thankes my good freend； I wil requite thy love。 Goe then；
present them to the Queene Navarre： For she is that huge blemish in our
eye； That makes these upstart heresies in Fraunce： Be gone my freend；
present them to her straite。 Souldyer。
Exit Pothecaier。
Enter a Souldier。
SOULDIER。 My Lord。
GUISE。 Now come thou forth and play thy tragick part； Stand in some
window opening neere the street； And when thou seest the Admirall ride
by； Discharge thy musket and perfourme his death： And then Ile guerdon
thee with store of crownes。
SOULDIER。 I will my Lord。
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Exit Souldier。
GUISE。 Now Guise； begin those deepe ingendred thoughts To burst
abroad； those never dying flames； Which cannot be extinguisht but by
bloud。 Oft have I leveld； and at last have learnd； That perill is the cheefest
way to happines； And resolution honors fairest aime。 What glory is there
in a common good； That hanges for every peasant to atchive？ That like I
best that flyes beyond my reach。 Set me to scale the high Peramides； And
thereon set the Diadem of Fraunce； Ile either rend it with my nayles to
naught； Or mount the top with my aspiring winges； Although my downfall
be the deepest hell。 For this； I wake； when others think I sleepe； For this； I
waite； that scorn attendance else： For this； my quenchles thirst whereon I
builde； Hath often pleaded kindred to the King。 For this； this head； this
heart； this hand and sworde； Contrive； imagine and fully execute Matters
of importe； aimed at by many； Yet understoode by none。 For this； hath
heaven engendred me of earth； For this； the earth sustaines my bodies
weight； And with this wait Ile counterpoise a Crowne； Or with seditions
weary all the worlde： For this； from Spaine the stately Catholic Sends
Indian golde to coyne me French ecues： For this have I a largesse from the
Pope； A pension and a dispensation too： And by that priviledge to worke
upon； My policye hath framde religion。 Religion： O Diabole。 Fye； I am
ashamde； how ever that I seeme； To think a word of such a simple sound；
Of so great matter should be made the ground。 The gentle King whose
pleasure uncontrolde； Weakneth his body； and will waste his Realme； If I
repaire not what he ruinates： Him as a childe I dayly winne with words； So
that for proofe； he barely beares the name： I execute； and he sustaines the
blame。 The Mother Queene workes wonders for my sake； And in my love
entombes the hope of Fraunce： Rifling the bowels of her treasurie； To
supply my want
