massacre at paris(巴黎大屠杀)-第4节
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GUISE。 Tis well advisde Dumain； goe see it done。
Exit Dumaine。
And in the mean time my Lord； could we devise； To get those pedantes
from the King Navarre； That are tutors to him and the prince of Condy
ANJOY。 For that let me alone； Cousin stay heer； And when you see me
in； then follow hard。
He knocketh； and enter the King of Navarre and Prince of Condy； with
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their scholmaisters。
How now my Lords； how fare you？
NAVARRE。 My Lord； they say That all the protestants are massacred。
ANJOY。 I； so they are； but yet what remedy： I have done all I could to
stay this broile。
NAVARRE。 But yet my Lord the report doth run； That you were one
that made this Massacre。
ANJOY。 Who I？ you are deceived； I rose but now
Enter ＇to them＇ Guise。
GUISE。 Murder the Hugonets； take those pedantes hence。
NAVARRE。 Thou traitor Guise； lay of thy bloudy hands。
CONDY。 Come let us goe tell the King。
Exeunt ＇Condy and Navarre＇。
GUISE。 Come sirs； Ile whip you to death with my punniards point。
He kils them。
ANJOY。 Away with them both。
Exit Anjoy ＇and soldiers with bodies＇。
GUISE。 And now sirs for this night let our fury stay。 Yet will we not
the Massacre shall end： Gonzago posse you to Orleance； Retes to Deep；
Mountsorrell unto Roan； and spare not one That you suspect of heresy。
And now stay That bel that to the devils mattins rings。 Now every man put
of his burgonet； And so convey him closely to his bed。
Exeunt。
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＇Scene VIII＇
Enter Anjoy； with two Lords of Poland。
ANJOY。 My Lords of Poland I must needs confesse； The offer of your
Prince Elector's； farre Beyond the reach of my desertes： For Poland is as I
have been enformde； A martiall people； worthy such a King； As hath
sufficient counsaile in himselfe； To lighten doubts and frustrate subtile
foes。 And such a King whom practice long hath taught； To please himselfe
with mannage of the warres； The greatest warres within our Christian
bounds； I meane our warres against the Muscovites： And on the other side
against the Turke； Rich Princes both； and mighty Emperours： Yet by my
brother Charles our King of France； And by his graces councell it is
thought； That if I undertake to weare the crowne Of Poland； it may
prejudice their hope Of my inheritance to the crowne of France： For if
th'almighty take my brother hence； By due discent the Regall seat is mine。
With Poland therfore must I covenant thus； That if by death of Charles； the
diadem Of France be cast on me； then with your leaves I may retire me to
my native home。 If your commission serve to warrant this； I thankfully
shall undertake the charge Of you and yours； and carefully maintaine The
wealth and safety of your kingdomes right。
LORD。 All this and more your highnes shall commaund； For Polands
crowne and kingly diadem。
ANJOY。 Then come my Lords； lets goe。
Exeunt。
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＇SceneIX＇
Enter two with the Admirals body。
1。 Now sirra； what shall we doe with the Admirall？
2。 Why let us burne him for a heretick。
1。 O no； his bodye will infect the fire； and the fire the aire； and so we
shall be poysoned with him。
2。 What shall we doe then？
1。 Lets throw him into the river。
2。 Oh twill corrupt the water； and the water the fish； and the fish our
selves when we eate them。
1。 Then throw him into the ditch。
2。 No； no； to decide all doubts； be rulde by me； lets hang him upon this
tree。
1。 Agreede。
They hang him。
Enter the Duke of Guise； and Queene Mother； and the Cardinall ＇of
Loraine＇。
GUISE。 Now Madame； how like you our lusty Admirall？
QUEENE MOTHER。 Beleeve me Guise he becomes the place so well；
That I could long ere this have wisht him there。 But come lets walke aside；
th'airs not very sweet。
GUISE。 No by my faith Madam。 Sirs； take him away and throw him in
some ditch。
Carry away the dead body。
And now Madam as I understand； There anre a hundred Hugonets and
more； Which in the woods doe horde their synagogue： And dayly meet
about this time of day； thither will I to put them to the sword。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Doe so sweet Guise； let us delay no time； For if
these straglers gather head againe； And disperse themselves throughout the
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Realme of France； It will be hard for us to worke their deaths。
GUISE。 Madam； I goe as whirl…winces rage before a storme。
Exit Guise。
QUEENE MOTHER。 My Lord of Loraine have you marks of late；
How Charles our sonne begins for to lament For the late nights worke
which my Lord of Guise Did make in Paris amongst the Hugonites？
CARDINALL。 Madam； I have heard him solemnly vow； With the
rebellious King of Navarre； For to revenge their deaths upon us all。
QUEENE MOTHER。 I； but my Lord； let me alone for that； For
Katherine must have her will in France： As I doe live； so surely shall he
dye； And Henry then shall weare the diadem。 And if he grudge or crosse
his Mothers will； Ile disinherite him and all the rest： For Ile rule France；
but they shall weare the crowne： And if they storme； I then may pull them
downe。 Come my Lord let's goe。
Exeunt。
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＇Scene X＇
Enter five or sixe Protestants with bookes； and kneele together。
Enter also the Guise ＇and others＇。
GUISE。 Downe with the Hugonites； murder them。
PROTESTANT。 O Mounser de Guise； heare me but speake。
GUISE。 No villain； no that toung of thine； That hath blasphemde the
holy Church of Rome； Shall drive no plaintes into the Guises eares； To
make the justice of my heart relent： Tue； tue； tue； let none escape：
Kill them。
So； dragge them away。
Exeunt。
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＇Scene XI＇
Enter ＇Charles＇ the King of France； Navar and Epernoune staying
him： enter Queene Mother； and the Cardinall ＇of Loraine； and Pleshe＇。
CHARLES。 O let me stay and rest me heer a while； A griping paine
hath ceasde upon my heart： A sodaine pang； the messenger of death。
QUEENE MOTHER。 O say not so； thou kill'st thy mothers heart。
CHARLES。 I must say so； paine forceth me to complain。
NAVARRE。 Comfort your selfe my Lord I have no doubt； But God
will sure restore you to your health。
CHARLES。 O no； my loving brother of Navarre。 I have deserv'd a
scourge I must confesse； Yet is there pacience of another sort； Then to
misdoe the welfare of their King： God graunt my neerest freends may
prove no worse。 O horde me up； my sight begins to faire； My sinnewes
shrinke； my brain turns upside downe； My heart doth break； I faint and
dye。
He dies。
QUEENE MOTHER。 What art thou dead； sweet sonne？ speak to thy
Mother。 O no； his soule is fled from out his breast； And he nor heares； nor
sees us what we doe： My Lords； what resteth now for to be done？ But that
we presently despatch Embassadours To Poland； to call Henry back againe；
To weare his brothers crowne and dignity。 Epernoune； goe see it presently
be done； And bid him come without delay to us。
Epernoune Madam； I will。
Exit Epernoune。
QUEENE MOTHER。 And now my Lords after these funerals be done；
We will with all the speed we can； provide For Henries coronation from
Polonia： Come let us take his body hence。
All goe out； but Navarre and Pleshe。
NAVARRE。 And now Navarre whilste that these broiles doe last； My
opportunity may serve me fit； To steale from France； and hye me to
