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Religion! O Diabole !
my knowledge, in one cloister keep
Him will we
[Pointing to his sword. But first let's follow those in France, That hinder our possession to the crown. As Cæsar to his soldiers, so say I; Those that hate me will I learn to loathe. Give me a look, that when I bend the brows, Pale death may walk in furrows of my face: A hand, that with a grasp may gripe the world; An ear to hear what my detractors say; A royal seat, a sceptre, and a crown, That those which do behold them, may become As men that stand and gaze against the sun. The plot is laid, and things shall come to pass, Where resolution strives for victory.
QUEEN of NAVARRE, the PRINCE of CONDE,
this simple gift.
thou this reward. APOTH. I humbly thank your majesty. (Exit OLD QUEEN. Methinks the gloves have a very
strong perfume, The scent whereof doth make my head to ache.
Nav. Doth not your grace know the man that
gave them you? Old Queen. Not well, but do remember such a
Adm. Your grace was ill-advis’d to take them,
then, Considering of these dangerous times.
OLD Queen. Help, son Navarre! I am poison'd!
Mar. Too late it is, my lord, if that be true,
fatal poison Doth work within my heart; my brain-pan breaks; My heart doth faint; I die!
[Dies. Nav. My mother poison'd here before my face! Oh! gracious God, what times are these. Oh, grant, sweet God, my days may end with hers, That I with her may die, and live again.
Mar. Let not this heavy chance, my dearest lord, (For whose effects my soul is massacred) Infect thy gracious breast with fresh supply, To aggravate our sudden misery.
Adm. Come, my lords, let us bear her body hence,
And see it honoured with just solemnity.
As they are going, the Soldier discharges his
musket at the Admiral. Con. What, are you hurt, my Lord High Admiral ? ADM. Aye, my good lord, shot through the arm.
Nav. We are betrayed! come, my lords, And let us go tell the king of this. Ad». These are the cursed Guisians, that do seek
our death. Oh! fatal was this marriage to us all !
[They bear away the Queen, and Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Enter King CHARLES, QUEEN Mother, Guise,
Anjou, and DUMAINE. Q. Mo. My noble -son, and princely Duke of
Guise, Now have we got the fatal, straggling deer, Within the compass of a deadly toil; And as we late decreed, we may perforni. Char. Madam, it will be noted through the
world, An action bloody and tyrannical ; Chiefly, since under safety of our word, They justly challenge their protection. Besides, my heart rélents that noble men, Only corrupted in religion, Ladies of honour, knights, and gentlemen, Should, for their conscience, taste such ruthless ends.
Ang. Though gentle minds should pity other's
Guise. Methinks, my lord Anjou hath well advis'd
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. . Q. Mo. Thanks to my princely son. Then tell
me, Guise, What order will you set down for the massacre ?
GUISH. Thus, madam :They that shall be actors in this massacre, Shall wear white crosses on their burgonets, And tie white linen scarfs about their arms. He that wants these, and is suspect of heresy, Shall die, or 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