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THE MASSACRE AT PARIS.
Enter CHARLES, the French king; CATHERINE, the Queen
Mother; the KING OF NAVARRE; MARGARET, Queen of Navarre; the PRINCE OF CONDÉ; the LORD HIGH ADMIRAL; the OLD QUEEN OF NAVARRE; with others.
Char. Prince of Navarre, my honourable brother,
Nav. The many favours which your grace hath shown,
i In the old copy there is no division into scenes. Scene : an apartment in the Louvre,
Cath. Thanks, son Navarre. You see we love you
Char. Well, madam, let that rest. —
Mar. I will, my good lord.
Char. The rest that will not go, my lords, may stay.Come, mother, Let us go to honour this solemnity. Cath. Which I'll dissolve with blood and cruelty.
[Aside. [Exeunt all except the KING OF NAVARRE,
CONDÉ, and the ADMIRAL.
30 That seeks to murder 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?
Adm. My lord, I marvel that th' aspiring Guise Dares once adventure, without the king's consent, To meddle or attempt such dangerous things.
Con. My lord, you need not marvel at the Guise,
Nav. But he that sits and rules above the clouds
Adm. My lord, but did you mark the Cardinal,
50 And joins your lineage to the crown of France ?
Nav. And that's the cause that Guise so frowns at us, And beats his brains to catch us in his trap, Which he hath pitched within his deadly toil. Come, my lords, let's go to the church, and pray That God may still defend the right of France, And make his Gospel flourish in this land. [Exeunt.
Guise. If ever Hymen lour'd at marriage rites,
Scene: an apartment in a house near the Louvre. VOL. II.
If ever day were turned to ugly night,
Enter Apothecary. Apoth. My lord ?
Guise. Now shall I prove, and guerdon to the full, The love thou bear'st unto the house of Guise. Where are those perfumed gloves which [late] I sent To be poisoned ? hast thou done them ? speak; Will every savour breed a pang of death? Apoth. See where they be, my good lord ; and he that
smells But to them, dies.
Guise. Then thou remainest resolute ?
Apoth. I am, my lord, in what your grace commands, Till death.
Guise. Thanks, my good friend: I will requite thy love. Go, then, present them to the Queen Navarre ; For she is that huge blemish in our eye, That makes these upstart heresies in France : Be gone, my friend, present them to her straight.
[Exit Apothecary. Soldier !
Enter a Soldier.
Sold. My lord?
[Exit. Guise. Now, Guise, begin those deep-engendered
1 “About noone, when he [the Admiral] was in returning home from the Counsell, with a greate companie of noblemen and gentlemen, beholde a harquebuzier out of a window of a house neere adjoyning shot the Admiral with two bullets of lead through both the arms. ... The name of him that shot was very diligently kept secret. Some saye it was Manrevet, which in the third Civill War traitorously slew his Captaine, Monsieur de Mony, a most valiant and noble gentleman, and straightway fled into the enemie's campe. Some say it was Bondot, one of the archers of the king's guard.”—The Three Partes of Commentaries containing the whole and perfect discourse of the Civill Wars of France, &c. 1574 (Book x.).