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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 Admirall his servants, written by Christopher Marlow. At London. Printed for E. A. for Edward White dwelling neere the North doore of St. Paule's Church at the signe of the Gun. W. D.
[This play possesses but a very small portion of dramatic interest; the subject is treated without skill, although capable, by a judicious selection of incidents, and a careful grouping of characters, of being made a very effective drama. At present it is nothing more than a revolting register of bigotry and bloodshed, unsoftened by affecting appeals to our sympathies, and unrelieved by instances of generous devotion or domestic grief, which might have been naturally and properly introduced.]
Dryden and Lee produced a play on the same subject, The Duke of Guise ; and Lee afterwards wrote another under the title of The Massacre of Paris, a great deal of which is borrowed from the former: Marlowe's Play is not in the original edition divided into acts, but a division being convenient, we have divided it in the present reprint into three acts the unusual brevity of the piece not permitting an apportionment into the legitimate number. "
Mr. Malone conjectures that the Tragedie of Guyes stated in Henslowe's MSS. to have been acted in February, 1592, was this play.
CHARLEs IX. King of France.
MU GE Ron.
PLEs H E.
Mou Ntson RELL.
SoLD 1 ERs, &c.
CATHER IN E, the Queen Mother of France.
SERou NE’s WIFE.
Enter Charles, the French King ; the QUEEN Moth ER; KING of Nav AR RE; MARG ARET ; the PRINce of CoN DE; the Lord High ADMIRAL; the Old QUEEN of Nava RRE, and others, Chak. Prince of Navarre, my honourable brother, Prince Condé, and my good lord Admiral, I wish this union and religious league, Knit in these hands, thus join'd in nuptial rites, May not dissolve, till death dissolve our lives; And that the native sparks of princely love, That kindled first this motion in our hearts, May still be fuel'd in our progeny. Nav. The many favours which your grace has shewn, From time to time, but specially in this, Shall bind me ever to your highness' will, In what Queen Mother or your grace commands. Qu. Mo. Thanks, son Navarre; you see we love you well, That link you in marriage with our daughter here; WOL. I. 19
And as you know our difference in religion,