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By due descent the regal seat is mine.
With Poland, therefore, must I cor’nant thus,-
That if, by death of Charles, the diadem
Of France be cast on me, then, with your leares,
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 maintain
The wealth and safety of your kingdom's right.
1 LORD. All this, and more your highness shall

For Poland's crown and kingly diadem,

And. Then, come, my lords, let's go. Ezeunt.

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Enter two Mer, with the ADMIRAL's body.
1 Max. Now, sirrah, what shall we do with the

Admiral ?
2 Max. Why, let us burn him for a heretic.

1 Max. Oh, no, his body will infect the fire, and the fire the air, and so we shall be poisoned with him.

2 Max. What shall we do then ?
1 Man. Let's throw him into the river.

2 Max. Oh! 'twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and the fish ourselves, when we ea them.

1 Max. Then throw him into the ditch.

2 Man. No, no; to decide all doubts, be ruled by me. Let's hang bim upon this tree.

1 Man. Agreed. They hang him up, and ezeurt.

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Enter Guise, the Queen MOTHER, and the CAR

DINAL, with ATTENDANTS. Guise. Now, madam, how like you our lusty

Admiral ? Q. Mo. Believe me, Guise, he becomes the place

so well, That I could long ere this have wished him there. But come, let's walk aside; th' air's not very sweet.

Guise. No, by my faith, madam. Sirs, take him away, and throw him in some ditch.

[The Attendants bear off the Admiral's body. And now, madam, as I understand, There are an hundred Hugonots and more, Which in the woods do hold their synagogue, And daily meet about this time of day; Thither will I, to put them to the sword.

Q. Mo. Do so, sweet Guise ; let us delay no time; For if these stragglers gather head again, And disperse themselves throughout the realm of

France, It will be hard for us to work their deaths. Guise. Madam, I go, as whirlwinds rage before a storm.

[Erit. Q. Mo. My lord of Lorraine, have you mark'd of

late, How Charles, our son, begins for to lament For the late night's-work, which my lord of Guise Did make in Paris ’mongst the Hugonots ?

CARD. Madam, I have heard him solemnly vow, With the rebellious King of Navarre, For to revenge their deaths upon us all.

Q. Mo. Aye, but, my lord, let me alone for that, For Catherine must have her will in France. As I do live, so surely shall he die, And Henry then shall wear the diadem; And if he grudge or cross his mother's will, I'll disinherit him and all the rest ; For I'll rule France, but they shall wear the crown: And if they storm, I then may pull them down. Come, my lord, let's go.


SCENE III. Enter five or six PROTESTANTS, with books, and kneel

together. Enter also Guise, and others. Guise. Down with the Hugonots ! murder them! 1 Pro. O Monsieur de Guise, hear me but speak!

Guise. No, villain, no! that tongue of thine, That hath blasphem'd the holy Church of Rome, Shall drive no plaints into the Guise's ears, To make the justice of my heart relent. Tue! tue ! tue ! let none escape. [They kill them. So, drag them away.

[Exeunt. Enter King CHARLES, supported by NAVARRE and

EPERNOUNE; the QUEEN Mother, the Car-

CHAR. Oh ! let me stay, and rest me here awhile;
A griping pain hath seiz'd upon my heart;
A sudden pain, the messenger of death.
Q. Mo. Oh, say not so, thou kill'st thy mother's


Char. I must say so, pain forceth me to com

plain. Nav. Comfort yourself, my lord, I have no doubt But God will sure restore you to your health.

Char. Oh, no, my loving brother of Navarre,
I have deserv'd a scourge, I inust confess;
Yet is there patience of another sort,
Than to misdo the welfare of their king :
God grant my nearest friends may prove no worse.
Oh! hold me up, my sight begins to fail,
My sinews shrink, my brain turns upside down,
My heart doth break, I faint and die. [Dies.
Q. Mo. What ? art thou dead, sweet son, speak

to thy mother;
Oh! no, his soul is fled from out his breast,
And he nor hears nor sees us what we do.
My lords, what resteth now for to be done,
But that we presently dispatch ambassadors
To Poland, to call Henry back again,
To wear his brother's crown and dignity?
Epernoune, go, see it presently be done,
And bid him come without delay to us.
Eper. Madam, I will.

[Erit. Q. Mo. And now, my lords, after these funerals

be done,
We will, with all the speed we can, provide
For Henry's coronation from Polonia.
Come, let us take his body hence.

[The king's body is borne out, and exeunt all but

Navarre and Pleshe.

Nav. And now, Navarre, whilst that these broils

do last,
My opportunity may serve me fit
To steal from France, and hie me to my home;
For here's no safety in the realm for me.
And now that Henry is callid from Poland,
It is my due, by just succession.
And therefore, as speedily as I can perform,
I'll muster up an army secretly,
For fear that Guise, join'd with the king of Spain,
Might seek to cross me in my enterprise.
But God, that always doth defend the right,
Will shew his mercy, and preserve us still.

Plesue. The virtues of our poor religion,
Cannot but march, with many graces more,

shall discomfort all your foes, And at the length, in Pampeluna crown (In spite of Spain, and all the popish pow'r, That holds it from your highness wrongfully,) Your majesty her rightful lord and sov'reign. Nar. Truth, Pleshe, and God so prosper me in

all, As I intend to labour for the truth, And true profession of his holy word. Come, Pleshe, let us away, while time doth serve.


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