The Massacre at Paris


  • CHARLES THE NINTH--King of France
  • Duke of Anjou--his brother, afterwards KING HENRY THE THIRD
  • King of Navarre
  • PRINCE OF CONDE--his brother
  • DUKE OF GUISE--3 brothers
  • CARDINAL OF LORRAINE--3 brothers
  • DUKE DUMAINE--3 brothers
  • COSSINS,--Captain of the King's Guard
  • LOREINE,--a preacher
  • Captain of the Guard, Protestants, Schoolmasters, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, &c.
  • CATHERINE,--the Queen Mother of France
  • MARGARET,--her daughter, wife to the KING OF NAVARRE
  • Maid to the Duchess of Guise

The Massacre at Paris. With the Death of the Duke of Guise.

[Scene i]Edit

Enter Charles the French King, [Catherine] the Queen Mother, the King of Navarre, the Prince of Conde, the Lord high Admiral, and [Margaret] the Queen of Navarre, with others.

CHARLES. Prince of Navarre, my honorable brother,
Prince Conde, and my good Lord Admiral,
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 fueled in our progeny.
NAVARRE. The many favors which your grace has shown,
From time to time, but specially in this,
Shall bind me ever to your highness will,
In what Queen Mother or your grace commands.
QUEEN MOTHER. Thanks, son Navarre; you see, we love you well,
That link you in marriage with our daughter here:
And as you know, our difference in Religion
Might be a means to cross you in your love.
CHARLES. Well Madam, let that rest:
And now, my Lords, the mariage rites perform'd,
We think it good to go and consumate
The rest, with hearing of a holy Mass:
Sister, I think your self will bear us company.
QUEEN MARGARET. I will, my good Lord.
CHARLES. The rest that will not go, my Lords, may stay:
Come, Mother, to this festive, let's away,
To honor this devout solemnity.
QUEEN MOTHER. [Aside] Which I'll dissolve with blood and cruelty.

Exit [Charles] the King, Queen Mother, and [Margaret] the Queene of Navarre [with others], and stay Navarre, the Prince of Conde, and the Lord high Admiral.

NAVARRE. Prince Conde and my good Lord Admiral,
Now, Guise may storm, but does us little hurt:
Having the King, Queen Mother on our side,
To stop the malice of his envious heart,
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?
ADMIRAL. My Lord, I marvel that th'aspiring Guise
Dares once adventure without the King's assent,
To meddle or attempt such dangerous things.
CONDE. My Lord, you need not marvel at the Guise,
For what he doth, the Pope will ratify:
In murder, mischief, or in tyranny.
NAVARRE. But he that sits and rules above the clouds,
Doth hear and see the prayers of the just:
And will revenge the blood of innocents,
That Guise hath slain by treason of his heart,
And brought by murder to their timeless ends.
ADMIRAL. My Lord, but did you mark the Cardinal,
The Guise's brother, and the Duke Dumain:
How they did storm at these, your nuptial rites,
Because the House of Burbon now comes in,
And joins your lineage to the crown of France?
NAVARRE. 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.

[Scene ii]Edit

Enter the Duke of Guise.
GUISE. If ever Hymen low'd at marriage rites,
And had his altars deck'd with dusky lights:
If ever Sun stain'd Heav'n with bloody clouds,
And made it look with terror on the world:
If ever Day were turned to ugly Night,
And Night made semblance of the hue of Hell,
This day, this hour, this fatal Night,
Shall fully shew the fury of them all.
Enter the Apothecary.
GUISE. Now shall I prove and garden to the full,
The love thou bear'st unto the house of Guise:
Where are those perfum'd gloves which late I sent
To be poison'd; hast thou done them? speak,
Will every savour breed a pang of death?
APOTHECARY. See where they be my Lord, and he that smells but to them, dies.
GUISE. Then thou remainest resolute.
APOTHECARY. I am, my Lord, in what your grace commands till death.
GUISE. Thanks my good friend, I wil 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; enter a Soldier.
GUISE. Now come thou forth and play thy tragic part,
Stand in some window opening near the street,
And when thou see'st the Admiral ride by,
Discharge thy musket and perform his death:
And then I'll garden thee with store of crowns.
SOLDIER. I will my Lord.
Exit Soldier.
GUISE. Now Guise, begin those deep ingender'd thoughts
To burst abroad, those never dying flames,
Which cannot be extinguish'd but by blood.
Oft have I levell'd, and at last have learn'd,
That peril marks the way to happiness,
And resolution honors fairest aim.
What glory is there in a common good,
That hangs for every peasant to achieve?
That like I best that flies beyond my reach.
Set me to scale the highest Pyramids,
And thereon set the Diadem of France,
I'll either rend it with my nails to naught,
Or mount the top with my aspiring wings,
Although my downfall be the deepest hell.
For this, I wake, when others think I sleep,
For this, I wait, that scorn attendance else:
For this, my quenchless thirst whereon I build,
Hath often pleaded kindred to the King.
For this, this head, this heart, this hand, and sword,
Contrive, imagine and fully execute
Matters of import, aim'd at by many,
Yet understood by none.
For this, hath heaven engender'd me of earth,
For this, the earth sustains my body's weight,
And with this weight I'll counterpoise a Crown,
Or with seditions weary all the world:
For this, from Spain the stately Catholic
Sends Indian gold to coin me French ecues:
For this, have I a largesse from the Pope,
A pension, and a dispensation, too:
And. by that privilege to work upon,
My policy hath fram'd religion.
Religion: O, that Diabolical!
Fie, I am asham'd, how ever that I seem,
To think a word of such a simple sound,
Of so great matter should be made the ground.
The gentle King whose pleasure uncontroll'd,
Weakneth his body, and will waste his Realm,
If I repair not what he ruinates:
Him as a child I daily win with words,
So that for proof, he barely bears the name:
I execute, and he sustains the blame.
The Mother Queen works wonders for my sake,
And in my love entombs the hope of France:
Rifling the bowels of her treasury,
To supply my wants and necessity.
Paris hath full five hundred Colleges,
As Monestaries, Priories, Abbeys and halls,
Wherein are thirty thousand able men,
Besides a thousand sturdy student Catholics,
And more: of my knowledge in one cloister keep,
Five hundred fat Franciscan Friars and priests.
All this and more, if more may be compris'd,
To bring the will of our desires to end. Then Guise,
Since thou hast all the Cards within thy hands
To shuffle or to cut, take this as surest thing:
That right or wrong, thou deal'st thy self a King.
I but, Navarre. Tis but a nook of France.
Sufficient yet for such a petty King:
That with a rabblement of his heretics,
Blinds Europe's eyes and troubleth our estate:
Him will we--
[Pointing to his Sword.]
But, first, let's follow those in France.
That hinder our possession to the crown:
As Caesar to his soldiers, so say I:
Those that hate me, will I learn to loath.
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 scepter, 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.

[Scene iii]Edit

Enter the King of Navarre and Queen [Margaret], and his [old] Mother Queen [of Navarre], the Prince of Conde, the Admiral, and the Apothecary with the gloves, and gives them to the old Queen.
APOTHECARY. Madame, I beseech your grace to accept this simple gift.
OLD QUEEN. Thanks, my good friend; hold, take thou this reward.
APOTHECARY. I humbly thank your Majesty.
Exit Apothecary.
OLD QUEEN. Methinks the gloves have a very strong perfume,
The scent whereof doth make my head to ache.
NAVARRE. Doth not your grace know the man that gave them you?
OLD QUEEN. Not well, but do remember such a man.
ADMIRAL. Your grace was ill advis'd to take them, then,
Considering of these dangerous times.
OLD QUEEN. Help, son Navarre; I am poisoned!
QUEEN MARGARET. The heavens forbid Your Highness such mishap.
NAVARRE. The late suspicion of the Duke of Guise,
Might well have moved Your Highness to beware
How you did meddle with such dangerous gifts.
QUEEN MARGARET. Too late it is, my Lord, if that be true
To blame Her Highness, but I hope it be
Only some natural passion makes her sick.
OLD QUEEN. Oh no, sweet Margaret; the fatal poison
Doth work within my heart, my brain pain breaks,
My heart doth faint, I die.
She dies.
NAVARRE. My mother poisoned, here, before my face:
O gracious God, what times are these?
O grant, sweet God, my days may end with hers,
That I, with her, may die and live again.
QUEEN MARGARET. 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 sodden misery.
ADMIRAL. Come, my Lords; let us bear her body hence,
And see it honoured with just solemnity.
As they are going, [enter] the Soldier [above, who] dischargeth his musket at the Lord Admiral [and exit].
CONDE. What, are you hurt, my Lord high Admiral?
ADMIRAL. Aye, my good Lord; shot through the arm.
NAVARRE. We are betray'd; come, my Lords, and let us go tell the King of this.
ADMIRAL. These are the cursed Guisians that do seek our death;
Oh, fatal was this marriage to us all!
They bear away the [old] Queen [of Navarre] and go out.

[Scene iv]Edit

Enter [Charles] the King, [Catherine the] Queen Mother, Duke of Guise, Duke Anjou, Duke Dumaine [and Cossin, Captain of the King's Guard].
QUEEN MOTHER. My noble son, and princely Duke of Guise,
Now have we got the fatal stragling deer,
Within the compass of a deadly toil,
And as we late decreed we may perform.
CHARLES. 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 relents that noble men,
Only corrupted in religion,
Ladies of honor, knights and gentlemen,
Should for their conscience taste such ruthless ends.
ANJOU. Though gentle minces should pity others' pains,
Yet will the wisest note their proper griefs:
And rather seek to scourge their enemies,
Then be themselves base subjects to the whip.
GUISE. Methinks, my Lord, Anjou hath well advis'd
Your Highness to consider of the thing,
And rather choose to seek your country's good,
Than pity or relieve these upstart heretics.
QUEEN MOTHER. I hope these reasons may serve my princely son
To have some care for fear of enemies.
CHARLES. Well, Madam, I refer it to Your Majesty,
And to my Nephew here, the Duke of Guise:
What you determine, I will ratify.
QUEEN MOTHER. Thanks to my princely son; then, tell me, Guise,
What order wil you set down for the massacre?
GUISE. Thus Madame: 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 ordinance shot from the tower,
At which they all shall issue out and set the streets.
And then, the watchword being given, a bell shall ring,
Which, when they hear, they shall begin to kill:
And never cease until that bell shall cease,
Then breath a while.
Enter the Admiral's man.
CHARLES. How now, fellow; what news?
MAN. As it please Your Grace, the Lord high Admiral,
Riding the streets was traitorously shot,
And most humbly intreates Your Majesty
To visit him, sick in his bed.
CHARLES. Messenger, tell him I will see him straight.
Exit Messenger.
CHARLES. What shall we do now with the Admiral?
QUEEN MOTHER. Your Majesty had best go visit him,
And make a show as if all were well.
CHARLES. Content; I will go visit the Admiral.
GUISE. And I will go take order for his death.
Exit Guise.

Enter the Admiral in his bed.

CHARLES. How fares it with my Lord high Admiral,
Hath he been hurt with villains in the street?
I vow and swear, as I am King of France,
To find and to repay the man with death:
With death delay'd and torments never us'd,
That durst presume for hope of any gain,
To hurt the noble man his sovereign loves.
ADMIRAL. Ah, my good Lord; these are the Guisians,
That seek to massacre our guiltless lives.
CHARLES. Assure yourself, my good Lord Admiral,
I deeply sorrow for your treacherous wrong:
And, that I am not more secure myself,
Then I am careful you should be preserv'd.
Cossin, take twenty of our strongest guard,
And, under your direction, see they keep
All treacherous violence from our noble friend,
Repaying all attempts with present death,
Upon the cursed breakers of our peace.
And so, be patient, good Lord Admiral,
And every hour I will visit you.
Exeunt omnes.

[Scene v]Edit

Enter Guise, Anjou, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, Montsorrell, and soldiers to the massacre.
GUISE. Anjou, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes; swear by
The argent crosses on your burgonets,
To kill all that you suspect of heresy.
DUMAINE. I swear by this to be unmerciful.
ANJOU. I am disguis'd, and none knows who I am,
And therefore mean to murder all I meet.
GONZAGO. And so will I.
GUISE. Away then; break into the Admiral's house.
GETES. I let the Admiral be first dispatch'd.
GUISE. The Admiral, chief standard bearer to the Lutherans,
Shall, in the entrance of this massacre,
Be murder'd in his bed.
Gonzago, conduct them hither, and then
Beset his house, that not a man may live.
ANJOU. That charge is mine. Swizers, keep you the streets,
And, at each corner, shall the king's guard stand.
GONZAGO. Come, sirs; follow me.
Exit Gonzago, and others with him.
ANJOU. Cossin, the captain of the Admiral's guard,
Plac'd by my brother, will betray his lord:
Now, Guise, shall Catholics flourish once again;
The head being off, the members cannot stand.
RETES. But, look, my Lord; there's some in the Admiral's house.
Enter [above Gonzago and others] into the Admiral's house, and he in his bed.
ANJOU. In lucky time; come, let us keep this lane,
And slay his servants that shall issue out.
GONZAGO. Where is the Admiral?
ADMIRAL. Oh, let me pray before I die!
GONZAGO. Then pray unto our Lady; kiss this cross.
Stab him.
ADMIRAL. Oh God, forgive their sins!
GUISE. What; is he dead, Gonzago?
GONZAGO. Aye, my Lord.
GUISE. Then throw him down.
[The body is thrown down. Exeunt Gonzago and rest above.]
ANJOU. Now, cousin, view him well;
It may be it is some other, and he escap'd.
GUISE. Cousin, tis he; I know him by his look.
See where my soldier shot him through the arm.
He miss'd him near, but we have struck him now.
Ah, base Shatillian and degenerate, chief standard bearer to the Lutherans;
Thus, in despite of thy religion,
The Duke of Guise stamps on thy lifeless bulk.
Away with him; cut off his head and hands,
And send them for a present to the Pope:
And, when this just revenge is finish'd,
Unto Mount Faucon will we dragge his corpse:
And he that living hated so the cross,
Shall, being dead, be hang'd thereon in chains.
GUISE. Anjou, Gonzago, Retes; if that you three,
Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine:
There shall not a Huguenot breathe in France.
ANJOU. I swear by this cross, we'll not be partial,
But slay as many as we can come near.
GUISE. Montsorrell, go and shoot the ordinance off,
That they which have already set the street
May know their watchword, and then toll the bell,
And, so, let's forward to the massacre.
MONTSORRELL. I will, my Lord.
Exit Montsorrell.
GUISE. And, now, my lords, let us closely to our business.
ANJOU. Anjou will follow thee.
DUMAINE. And so will Dumaine.
The ordinance being shot off, the bell tolls.
GUISE. Come then, lets away.
The Guise enters again, with all the rest, with their swords drawn, chasing the Protestants.
GUISE. Tue, tue, tue!
Let none escape, murder the Huguenots!
ANJOU. Kill them, kill them!
Enter Loreine running, the Guise and the rest pursuing him.
GUISE. Loreine, Loreine, follow Loreine... sirra,
Are you a preacher of these heresies?
LOREINE. I am a preacher of the word of God,
And thou a traitor to thy soul and him.
GUISE. Dearely beloved brother, thus tis written--
He stabs him.
ANJOU. Stay, my Lord; let me begin the psalm.
GUISE. Come, drag him away, and throw him in a ditch.
Exeunt [omnes].

[Scene vi]Edit

Enter Mountsorrell and knocks at Serouns doore.

SEROUNS WIFE. Who is't that knocks there?


MOUNTSORRELL. Mountsorrett from the Duke of Guise.

SEROUNS WIFE. Husband come down, heer's one would speak with you from the Duke of Guise.

Enter Seroune.

SEROUNE. To speek with me from such a man as he?

MOUNTSORRELL. I, I, for this Seroune, and thou shalt ha't.

Shewing his dagger.

SEROUNE. O let me pray before I take my death.

MOUNTSORRELL. Despatch then quickly.

SEROUNE. O Christ my Saviour--

MOUNTSORRELL. Christ, villaine? Why, darst thou presume to call on Christ, Without the intercession of some Saint? Sanctus Jacobus hee was my Saint, pray to him.

SEROUNE. O let me pray unto my God.

MOUNTSORRELL. Then take this with you.

Stab him [and he falls within and dies].


[Scene vii]Edit

Enter Ramus in his studie.

RAMUS. What fearfull cries come from the river Sene, That fright poore Ramus sitting at his book? I feare the Guisians have past the bridge, And meane once more to menace me.

Enter Taleus.

TALEUS. Flye Ramus flye, if thou wilt save thy life.

RAMUS. Tell me Taleus, wherfore should I flye?

TALEUS. The Guisians are hard at thy doore, And meane to murder us: Harke, harke they come, Ile leap out at the window.

[Runs out from studie.]

RAMUS. Sweet Taleus stay.

Enter Gonzago and Retes.

GONZAGO. Who goes there?

RETES. Tis Taleus, Ramus bedfellow.

GONZAGO. What art thou?

TALEUS. I am as Ramus is, a Christian.

RETES. O let him goe, he is a catholick.

Exit Taleus.

Enter Ramus [out of his studie].

GONZAGO. Come Ramus, more golde, or thou shalt have the stabbe.

RAMUS. Alas I am a scholler, how should I have golde? All that I have is but my stipend from the King, Which is no sooner receiv'd but it is spent.

Enter the Guise and Anjou [, Dumaine, Mountsorrell, with soldiers].

ANJOU. Whom have you there?

RETES. Tis Ramus, the Kings professor of Logick.

GUISE. Stab him.

RAMUS. O good my Lord, Wherein hath Ramus been so offencious?

GUISE. Marry sir, in having a smack in all, And yet didst never sound any thing to the depth. Was it not thou that scoff'dst the Organon, And said it was a heape of vanities? He that will be a flat decotamest, And seen in nothing but Epitomies: Is in your judgment thought a learned man. And he forsooth must goe and preach in Germany: Excepting against Doctors actions, And ipse dixi with this quidditie, Argumentum testimonis est in arte partialis. To contradict which, I say Ramus shall dye: How answere you that? your nego argumentum Cannot serve, Sirrah, kill him.

RAMUS. O good my Lord, let me but speak a word.

ANJOU. Well, say on.

RAMUS. Not for my life doe I desire this pause, But in my latter houre to purge my selfe, In that I know the things that I have wrote, Which as I heare one Shekins takes it ill, Because my places being but three, contain all his: I knew the Organon to be confusde, And I reduc'd it into better forme. And this for Aristotle will I say, That he that despiseth him, can nere Be good in Logick or Philosophie. And thats because the blockish Sorbonests Attribute as much unto their workes, As to the service of the eternall God.

GUISE. Why suffer you that peasant to declaime? Stab him I say and send him to his freends in hell.

ANJOU. Nere was there Colliars sonne so full of pride.

Kill him. [Close the studie.]

GUISE. My Lord Anjou, there are a hundred Protestants, Which we have chaste into the river Sene, That swim about and so preserve their lives: How may we doe? I feare me they will live.

DUMAINE. Goe place some men upon the bridge, With bowes and cartes to shoot at them they see, And sinke them in the river as they swim.

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--

ANJOU. 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 Conde, with their schoolmasters.

How now my Lords, how fare you?

NAVARRE. My Lord, they say That all the protestants are massacred.

ANJOU. 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.

ANJOU. 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.

CONDE. Come; let us go tell the King.

Exeunt [Condy and Navarre].

GUISE. Come sirs, Ile whip you to death with my punniards point.

He kills them.

ANJOU. Away with them both.

Exit Anjou [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.


[Scene viii]Edit

Enter Anjou, with two Lords of Poland.

ANJOU. 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.

ANJOU. Then come my Lords, lets goe.


[Scene ix]Edit

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 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.


[Scene x]Edit

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.


[Scene xi]Edit

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 my home. For heers no saftie in the Realme for me, And now that Henry is cal'd from Polland, It is my due by just succession: And therefore as speedily as I can perfourme, Ile muster up an army secretdy, For feare that Guise joyn'd with the King of Spaine, Might seek to crosse me in mine enterprise. But God that alwaies doth defend the right, Will shew his mercy and preserve us still.

PLESHE. The vertues of our poor Religion, Cannot but march with many graces more: Whose army shall discomfort all your foes, And at the length in Pampelonia crowne, In spite of Spaine and all the popish power, That hordes it from your highnesse wrongfully: Your Majestie her rightfull Lord and Soveraigne.

Navarre Truth Pleshe, and God so prosper me in all, As I entend to labour for the truth, And true profession of his holy word: Come Pleshe, lets away while time doth serve.


[Scene xii]Edit

Sound Trumpets within, and then all crye vive le Roy two or three times.

Enter Henry crowned: Queene [Mother], Cardinall [of Loraine], Duke of Guise, Epernoone, [Maugiron,] the kings Minions, with others, and the Cutpurse.

ALL. Vive le Roy, vive le Roy.

Sound Trumpets.

QUEENE MOTHER. Welcome from Poland Henry once agayne, Welcome to France thy fathers royall seate, Heere hast thou a country voice of feares, A warlike people to maintaine thy right, A watchfull Senate for ordaining lawes, A loving mother to preserve thy state, And all things that a King may wish besides: All this and more hath Henry with his crowne.

CARDINALL. And long may Henry enjoy all this and more.

ALL. Vive le Roy, vive le Roy.

Sound trumpets.

KING. Thanks to you al. The guider of all crownes, Graunt that our deeds may wel deserve your loves: And so they shall, if fortune speed my will, And yeeld our thoughts to height of my desertes. What say our Minions, think they Henries heart Will not both harbour love and Majestie? Put of that feare, they are already joynde, No person, place, or time, or circumstance, Shall slacke my loves affection from his bent. As now you are, so shall you still persist, Remooveles from the favours of your King.

MAUGIRON. We know that noble minces change not their thoughts For wearing of a crowne: in that your grace, Hath worne the Poland diadem, before You were withvested in the crowne of France.

KING. I tell thee Maugiron we will be freends, And fellowes to, what ever stormes arise.

MAUGIRON. Then may it please your Majestie to give me leave, To punish those that doe prophane this holy feast.

He cuts of the Cutpurse eare, for cutting of the golde buttons off his cloake.

KING. How meanst thou that?

CUTPURSE. O Lord, mine eare.

MAUGIRON. Come sir, give me my buttons and heers your eare.

GUISE. Sirra, take him away.

KING. Hands of good fellow, I will be his baile For this offence: goe sirra, worke no more, Till this our Coronation day be past: And now, Our rites of Coronation done, What now remaines, but for a while to feast, And spend some daies in barriers, tourny, tylte, And like disportes, such as doe fit the Coutr? Lets goe my Lords, our dinner staies for us.

Goe out all, but the Queene [Mother] and the Cardinall.

QUEENE MOTHER. My Lord Cardinall of Loraine, tell me, How likes your grace my sonnes pleasantnes? His mince you see runnes on his minions, And all his heaven is to delight himselfe: And whilste he sleepes securely thus in ease, Thy brother Guise and we may now provide, To plant our selves with such authoritie, That not a man may live without our leaves. Then shall the Catholick faith of Rome, Flourish in France, and none deny the same.

Cardinall Madam, as I in secresy was tolde, My brother Guise hath gathered a power of men, Which are he saith, to kill the Puritans, But tis the house of Burbon that he meanest Now Madam must you insinuate with the King, And tell him that tis for his Countries good, And common profit of Religion.

QUEENE MOTHER. Tush man, let me alone with him, To work the way to bring this thing to passe: And if he doe deny what I doe say, Ile dispatch him with his brother presently. And then shall Mounser weare the diadem. Tush, all shall dye unles I have my will: For while she lives Katherine will be Queene. Come my Lord, let us goe to seek the Guise, And then determine of this enterprise.


[Scene xiii]Edit

Enter the Duchesse of Guise, and her Maide.

DUCHESSE. Goe fetch me pen and inke.

MAID. I will Madam.

Exit Maid.

DUCHESSE. That I may write unto my dearest Lord. Sweet Mugeroune, tis he that hath my heart, And Guise usurpes it, cause I am his wife: Faine would I finde some means to speak with him But cannot, and therfore am enforst to write, That he may come and meet me in some place, Where we may one injoy the others sight.

Enter the Maid with Inke and Paper.

So, set it down and leave me to my selfe. O would to God this quill that heere doth write,

She writes.

Had late been plucks from out faire Cupids wing: That it might print these lines within his heart.

Enter the Guise.

GUISE. What, all alone my love, and writing too: I prethee say to whome thou writes?

DUCHESSE. To such a one , as when she reads my lines, Will laugh I feare me at their good aray.

GUISE. I pray thee let me see.

DUCHESSE. O no my Lord, a woman only must Partake the secrets of my heart.

GUISE. But Madam I must see.

He takes it.

Are these your secrets that no man must know?

DUCHESSE. O pardon me my Lord.

GUISE. Thou trothles and unjust, what lines are these? Am I growne olde, or is thy lust growne yong, Or hath my love been so obscurde in thee, That others need to comment on my text? Is all my love forgot which helde thee deare? I, dearer then the apple of mine eye? Is Guises glory but a clowdy mist, In sight and judgement of thy lustfull eye? Mor du, were not the fruit within thy wombe, On whose encrease I set some longing hope: This wrathfull hand should strike thee to the hart Hence strumpet, hide thy head for shame, And fly my presence if thou look'st to live.

Exit [Duchesse].

O wicked sexe, perjured and unjust, Now doe I see that from the very first, Her eyes and lookes sow'd seeds of perjury, But villaine he to whom these lines should goe, Shall buy her love even with his dearest bloud.


[Scene xiv]Edit

Enter the King of Navarre, Pleshe and Bartus, and their train, with drums and trumpets.

NAVARRE. Now Lords, since in a quarrell just and right, We undertake to mannage these our warres Against the proud disturbers of the faith, I meane the Guise, the Pope, and King of Spaine, Who set themselves to tread us under foot, And rend our true religion from this land: But for you know our quarrell is no more, But to defend their strange inventions, Which they will put us to with sword and fire: We must with resolute minces resolve to fight, In honor of our God and countries good. Spaine is the counsell chamber of the pope, Spaine is the place where he makes peace and warre, And Guise for Spaine hath now incenst the King, To send his power to meet us in the field.

BARTUS. Then in this bloudy brunt they may beholde, The sole endevour of your princely care, To plant the true succession of the faith, In spite of Spaine and all his heresies.

NAVARRE. The power of vengeance now implants it selfe, Upon the hauty mountains of my brest: Plaies with her goary coulours of revenge, Whom I respect as leaves of boasting greene, That change their coulour when the winter comes, When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge.

Enter a Messenger.

How now sirra, what newes?

MESSENGER. My Lord, as by our scoutes we understande, A mighty army comes from France with speed: Which is already mustered in the land, And meanesto meet your highnes in the field.

NAVARRE. In Gods name, let them come. This is the Guise that hath incenst the King, To leavy armes and make these civill broyles: But canst thou tell me who is their generall?

MESSENGER. Not yet my Lord, for thereon doe they stay: But as report doth goe, the Duke of Joyeux Hath made great sute unto the King therfore.

NAVARRE. It will not countervaile his paines I hope, I would the Guise in his steed might have come, But he doth lurke within his drousie couch, And makes his footstoole on securitie: So he be safe he cares not what becomes, Of King or Country, no not for them both. But come my Lords, let us away with speed, And place our selves in order for the fight.


[Scene xv]Edit

Enter [Henry] the King of France, Duke of Guise, Epernoune, and Duke Joyeux.

KING. My sweet Joyeux, I make thee Generall, Of all my army now in readines, To march against the rebellious King Navarre: At thy request I am content thou go'st, Although my love to thee can hardly suffer't, Regarding still the danger of thy life. JOYEUX. Thanks to your Majestie, and so I take my leave. Farwell my Lord of Guise and Epernoune.

GUISE. Health and harty farwell to my Lord Joyeux.

Exit Joyeux.

KING. How kindely Cosin of Guise you and your wife Doe both salute our lovely Minions.

He makes hornes at the Guise.

Remember you the letter gentle sir, Which your wife writ to my deare Minion, And her chosen freend?

GUISE. How now my Lord, faith this is more then need, Am I to be thus jested at and scornde? Tis more then kingly or Emperious. And sure if all the proudest kings beside In Christendome, should beare me such derision, They should know I scornde them and their mockes. I love your Minions? dote on them your selfe, I know none els but hordes them in disgrace: And heer by all the Saints in heaven I sweare, That villain for whom I beare this deep disgrace, Even for your words that have incenst me so, Shall buy that strumpets favour with his blood, Whether he have dishonoured me or no. Par la mor du, Il mora.


KING. Beleeve me, Epernoune this jest bites sore.

EPERNOUNE. My Lord, twere good to make them frends, For his othes are seldome spent in vaine.

Enter Maugiron.

KING. How now, Maugiron; met'st thou not the Guise at the door?

MAUGIRON. Not I, my Lord; what if I had?

KING. Marry if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab, For he hath solemnely sworne thy death.

MAUGIRON. I may be stabd, and live till he be dead, But wherfore beares he me such deadly hate?

KING. Because his wife beares thee such kindely love.

MUGEROUN. If that be all, the next time that I meet her, Ile make her shake off love with her heeles. But which way is he gone? Ile goe take a walk On purpose from the Court to meet with him.


KING. I like not this, come Epernoune Lets goe seek the Duke and make them freends.


[Scene xvi]Edit

Alarums within. The Duke Joyeux slaine.

Enter the King of Navarre [, Bartus,] and his traine.

NAVARRE. The Duke is slaine and all his power dispearst, And we are grac'd with wreathes of victory: Thus God we see doth ever guide the right, To make his glory great upon the earth.

BARTUS. The terrour of this happy victory, I hope will make the King surcease his hate: And either never mannage army more, Or else employ them in some better cause.

NAVARRE. How many noble men have lost their lives, In prosecution of these quell armes, Is ruth and almost death to call to mince: Put God we know will alwaies put them downe, That lift themselves against the perfect truth, Which Ile maintaine as long as life doth last: And with the Queene of England joyne my force, To beat the papall Monarck from our lands, And keep those relicks from our countries coastes. Come my Lords, now that the storme is overpass, Let us away with triumph to our tents.


[Scene xvii]Edit

Enter a soldier, with a musket.
SOLDIER. Now, sir, to you that dares make a Duke a cuckold, and use a counterfeit key to his privy chamber, though you take out none but your own treasure, yet you put in that which displeases him, and fill up his room that he should occupy; herein, sir, you forestall the market and set up your standing where you should not: but you will say you leave him room enough besides. That’s no answer! He’s to have the choice of his own free land; if it’s not to be free, there’s the question, now, sir, where he is your landlord. You take upon you to be his, and will needs enter by default, what, though you were once in possession, yet coming upon you once unawares, he frayed you out again. Therefore, your entry is mere intrusion; this is against the law, sir: And though I come not to keep possession, as I would I might, yet I come to keep you out, sir. You are welcome, sir; have at you!
Enter Maugiron; he kills him.
MAUGIRON. Traitorous Guise; ah, thou hast murder'd me!
Enter Guise.
GUISE. Hold thee, tall soldier; take thou this, and fly.
Exit [Soldier].
GUISE. Thus fall, imperfect exhalation,
Which our great son of France could not affect;
A fiery meteor in the firmament.
Lie there, the king’s delight and Guise’s scorn.
Revenge it, Henry, if thou list or dare’st;
I did it only in despite of thee.
Fondly hast thou incens'd the Guise’s soul
That of itself was hot enough to work
Thy lust digestion w'extremest shame.
The army I have gather'd now shall aim
More at thy end than extirpation,
And when thou think’st I have forgotten this,
And that thou most reposest on my faith,
Then will I wake thee from thy foolish dream
And let thee see thyself my prisoner.
Exeunt[, Guise dragging in Maugiron].

[Scene xviii]Edit

Enter the King, Epernoune, and Guise.

KING. My Lord of Guise, we understand that you Have gathered a power of men. What your intent is yet we cannot learn, But we presume it is not for our good.

GUISE. Why I am no traitor to the crowne of France. What I have done tis for the Gospel's sake.

EPERNOUNE. Nay for the Popes sake, and shine owne benefite. What Peere in France but thou (aspiring Guise) Durst be in armes without the Kings consent? I challenge thee for treason in the cause.

GUISE. Oh base Epernoune, were not his highnes heere, Thou shouldst perceive the Duke of Guise is mov'd.

KING. Be patient Guise and threat not Epernoune, Least thou perceive the King of France be mov'd.

GUISE. Why? I am a Prince of the Valoyses line, Therfore an enemy to the Burbonites. I am a juror in the holy league, And therfore hated of the Protestants. What should I doe but stand upon my guarde? And being able, Ile keep an hoast in pay.

EPERNOUNE. Thou able to maintaine an hoast in pay, That livest by forraine exhibition? The Pope and King of Spaine are thy good frends, Else all France knowes how poor a Duke thou art.

KING. I, those are they that feed him with their golde, To countermaund our will and check our freends.

GUISE. My Lord, to speak more plainely, thus it is: Being animated by Religious zeale, I meane to muster all the power I can, To overthrow those factious Puritans: And know, the Pope will sell his triple crowne, I, and the catholick Philip King of Spaine, Ere I shall want, will cause his Indians, To rip the golden bowels of America. Navarre that cloakes them underneath his wings, Shall feele the house of Lorayne is his foe: Your highnes need not feare mine armies force, Tis for your safetie and your enemies wrack.

KING. Guise, weare our crowne, and be thou King of France, And as Dictator make or warre or peace, Whilste I cry placet like a Senator. I cannot brook thy hauty insolence, Dismisse thy campe or else by our Edict, Be thou proclaimde a traitor throughout France.

GUISE. The choyse is hard, I must dissemble.


My Lord, in token of my true humilitie, And simple meaning to your Majestie, I kisse your graces hand, and take my leave, Intending to dislodge my campe with speed.

KING. Then farwell Guise, the King and thou art friends.

Exit Guise.

EPERNOUNE. But trust him not my Lord, For had your highnesse seene with what a pompe He entred Paris, and how the Citizens With gifts and shewes did entertaine him And promised to be at his commaund: Nay, they fear'd not to speak in the streetes, That Guise ch, durst stand in armes against the King, For not effecting of his holines will.

KING. Did they of Paris entertaine him so? Then meanes he present treason to our state. Well, let me alone, whose within there? Enter one with e pen and inke.

Make a discharge of all my counsell straite, And Ile subscribe my name and seale it straight. My head shall be my counsell, they are false: And Epernoune I will be rulde by thee.

EPERNOUNE. My Lord, I think for safety of your person, It would be good the Guise were made away, And so to quite your grace of all suspect.

KING. First let us set our hand and seale to this, And then Ile tell thee what I meane to doe.

He writes.

So, convey this to the counsell presently.

Exit one.

And Epernoune though I seeme milde and calme, Thinke not but I am tragicall within: Ile secretly convey me unto Bloyse, For now that Paris takes the Guises parse, Heere is not staying for the King of France, Unles he means to be betraide and dye: But as I live, so sure the Guise shall dye.


[Scene xix]Edit

Enter the King of Navarre reading of a letter, and Bartus.

NAVARRE. My Lord, I am advertised from France, That the Guise hath taken armes against the King, And that Paris is revolted from his grace.

BARTUS. Then hath your grace fit oportunitie, To shew your love unto the King of France: Offering him aide against his enemies, Which cannot but be thankfully receiv'd.

NAVARRE. Bartus, it shall be so, poast then to Fraunce, And there salute his highnesse in our name, Assure him all the aide we can provide, Against the Guisians and their complices. Bartus be gone, commend me to his grace, And tell him ere it be long, Ile visite him.

BARTUS. I will my Lord.


NAVARRE. Pleshe.

Enter Pleshe.

PLESHE. My Lord.

NAVARRE. Pleshe, goe muster up our men with speed, And let them march away to France amaine: For we must aide the King against the Guise. Be gone I say, tis time that we were there.

PLESHE. I goe my Lord.


NAVARRE. That wicked Guise I feare me much will be, The wine of that famous Realme of France: For his aspiring thoughts aime at the crowne, He takes his vantage on Religion, To plant the Pope and popelings in the Realme, And binde it wholy to the Sea of Rome: But if that God doe prosper mine attempts, And send us safely to arrive in France: Wee'l beat him back, and drive him to his death, That basely seekes the wine of his Realme.


[Scene xx]Edit

Enter the Captaine of the guarde, and three murtherers.

CAPTAINE. Come on sirs, what, are you resolutely bent, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? What, will you not feare when you see him come?

1. Feare him said you? tush, were he heere, we would kill hin presently.

2. O that his heart were leaping in my hand.

3. But when will he come that we may murther him?

CAPTAINE. Well then, I see you are resolute.

1. Let us alone, I warrant you.

CAPTAINE. Then sirs take your standings within this Chamber, For anon the Guise will come.

ALL. You will give us our money?

CAPTAINE. I, I, feare not: stand close, be resolute:

[The murtherers go aside as if in the next room.]

Now fals the star whose influence governes France, Whose light was deadly to the Protestants: Now must he fall and perish in his height.

Enter the King and Epernoune.

KING. Now Captain of my guarde, are these murtherers ready?

CAPTAINE. They be my good Lord.

KING. But are they resolute and armde to kill, Hating the life and honour of the Guise?

CAPTAINE. I warrant you my Lord.


KING. Then come proud Guise and heere disgordge thy brest, Surchargde with surfet of ambitious thoughts: Breath out that life wherein my death was hid, And end thy endles treasons with thy death.

Enter the Guise [within] and knocketh.

GUISE. Holla varlet, hey: Epernoune, where is the King?

EPERNOUNE. Mounted his royall Cabonet.

GUISE. I prethee tell him that the Guise is heere.

EPERNOUNE. And please your grace the Duke of Guise doth crave Accesse unto your highnes.

KING. Let him come in. Come Guise and see thy traiterous guile outreacht, And perish in the pit thou mad'st for me. The Guise comes to the King.

GUISE. Good morrow to your Majestie.

KING. Good morrow to my loving Cousin of Guise. How fares it this morning with your excellence?

GUISE. I heard your Majestie was scarcely pleasde, That in the Court I bear so great a traine.

KING. They were to blame that said I was displeasde, And you good Cosin to imagine it. Twere hard with me if I should doubt my kinne, Or be suspicious of my deerest freends: Cousin, assure you I am resolute, Whatever any whisper in mine eares, Not to suspect disloyaltye in thee, And so sweet Cuz farwell.

Exit King [and Epernoune].

GUISE. So, Now sues the King for favour to the Guise, And all his Minions stoup when I commaund: Why this tis to have an army in the fielde. Now by the holy sacrament I sweare, As ancient Romanes over their Captive Lords, So will I triumph over this wanton King, And he shall follow my proud Chariots wheeles. Now doe I but begin to look about, And all my former time was spent in vaine: Holde Sworde, For in thee is the Guises hope.

Enter one of the Murtherers.

Villaine, why cost thou look so gastly? speake.

3. O pardon me my Lord of Guise.

GUISE. Pardon thee, why what hast thou done?

3. O my Lord, I am one of them that is set to murder you.

GUISE. To murder me, villaine?

3. I my Lord, the rest have taine their standings in the next roome, therefore good my Lord goe not foorth.

GUISE. Yet Caesar shall goe forth. Let mean consaits, and baser men feare death, Tut they are pesants, I am Duke of Guise: And princes with their lookes ingender feare.

2 MURD. Stand close, he is comming, I know him by his voice.

GUISE. As pale as ashes, nay then tis time to look about.

ALL. Downe with him, downe with him.

They stabbe him.

GUISE. Oh I have my death wound, give me leave to speak.

2. Then pray to God, and aske forgivenes of the King.

GUISE. Trouble me not, I neare offended him, Nor will I aske forgivenes of the King. Oh that I have not power to stay my life, Nor immortalitie to be reveng'd: To dye by Pesantes, what a greefe is this? Ah Sextus, be reveng'd upon the King, Philip and Parma, I am slaine for you: Pope excommunicate, Philip depose, The wicked branch of curst Valois's line. Vive la messe, perish Hugonets, Thus Caesar did goe foorth, and thus he dies.

He dies.

Enter Captaine of the Guarde.

CAPTAINE. What, have you done? Then stay a while and Ile goe call the King,

[Enter King and Epernoune attended.]

But see where he comes. My Lord, see where the Guise is slaine.

KING. Oh this sweet sight is phisick to my soule, Goe fetch his sonne for to beholde his death:

[Exit attendant.]

Surchargde with guilt of thousand massacres, Mounser of Loraine sinke away to hell, In just remembrance of those bloudy broyles, To which thou didst alure me being alive: And heere in presence of you all I sweare, I nere was King of France untill this houre: This is the traitor that hath spent my golde, In making forraine warres and cruel broiles. Did he not draw a sorte of English priestes From Doway to the Seminary at Remes, To hatch forth treason gainst their naturall Queene? Did he not cause the King of Spaines huge fleete, To threaten England and to menace me? Did he not injure Mounser thats deceast? Hath he not made me in the Popes defence, To spend the treasure that should strength my land, In civill broiles between Navarre and me? Tush, to be short, he meant to make me Munke, Or else to murder me, and so be King. Let Christian princes that shall heare of this, (As all the world shall know our Guise is dead) Rest satisfed with this that heer I sweare, Nere was there King of France so yoakt as I.

EPERNOUNE. My Lord heer is his sonne.

Enter the Guises sonne.

KING. Boy, look where your father lyes.

YONG GUISE. My father slaine, who hath done this deed?

KING. Sirra twas I that slew him, and will slay Thee too, and thou prove such a traitor.

YONG GUISE. Art thou King, and hast done this bloudy deed? Ile be revengde.

He offereth to throwe his dagger.

KING. Away to prison with him, Ile clippe his winges Or ere he passe my handes, away with him.

Exit Boy.

But what availeth that this traitors dead, When Duke Dumaine his brother is alive, And that young Cardinall that is growne so proud? Goe to the Governour of Orleance, And will him in my name to kill the Duke.

[Exit Captaine of the Guarde.]

Get you away and strangle the Cardinall.

[Exit murtherers.]

These two will make one entire Duke of Guise, Especially with our olde mothers helpe.

EPERNOUNE. My Lord, see where she comes, as if she droupt To heare these newest

Enter Queene Mother [attended].

KING. And let her croup, my heart is light enough. Mother, how like you this device of mine? I slew the Guise, because I would be King.

QUEENE MOTHER. King, why so thou wert before. Pray God thou be a King now this is done.

KING. Nay he was King and countermanded me, But now I will be King and rule my selfe, And make the Guisians stoup that are alive.

QUEENE MOTHER. I cannot speak for greefe: when thou west bome, I would that I had murdered thee my sonne. My sonne: thou art a changeling, not my sonne. I curse thee and exclaime thee miscreant, Traitor to God, and to the realme of France.

KING. Cry out, exclaime, houle till thy throat be hoarce, The Guise is slaine, and I rejoyce therefore: And now will I to armes, come Epernoune: And let her greeve her heart out if she will.

Exit the King and Epernoune.

QUEENE MOTHER. Away, leave me alone to meditate. Sweet Guise, would he had died so thou wert heere: To whom shall I bewray my secrets now, Or who will helpe to builde Religion? The Protestants will glory and insulte, Wicked Navarre will get the crowne of France, The Popedome cannot stand, all goes to wrack, And all for thee my Guise: what may I doe? But sorrow seaze upon my toyling soule, For since the Guise is dead, I will not live.

Exit [the attendants taking up body of the Guise].

[Scene xxi]Edit

Enter two [Murtherers] dragging in the Cardenall [of Loraine].

CARDINALL. Murder me not, I am a Cardenall.

1. Wert thou the Pope thou mightst not scape from us.

CARDINALL. What, will you fyle your handes with Churchmens bloud?

2. Shed your bloud, O Lord no: for we entend to strangle you.

CARDINALL. Then there is no remedye but I must dye?

1. No remedye, therefore prepare your selfe.

CARDINALL. Yet lives My brother Duke Dumaine, and many moe: To revenge our deaths upon that cursed King, Upon whose heart may all the furies gripe, And with their pawes drench his black soule in hell.

1. Yours my Lord Cardinall, you should have saide.

Now they strangle him.

So, pluck amaine, He is hard hearted, therfore pull with violence. Come take him away.


[Scene xxii]Edit

Enter Duke Dumayn reading of a letter, with others.

DUMAINE. My noble brother murthered by the King, Oh what may I doe, to revenge thy death? The Kings alone, it cannot satisfie. Sweet Duke of Guise our prop to leane upon, Now thou art dead, heere is no stay for us: I am thy brother, and ile revenge thy death, And roote Valois's line from forth of France, And beate proud Burbon to his native home, That basely seekes to joyne with such a King, Whose murderous thoughts will be his overthrow. Hee wild the Governour of Orleance in his name, That I with speed should have beene put to death. But thats prevented, for to end his life, And all those traitors to the Church of Rome, That durst attempt to murder noble Guise.

Enter the Frier.

FRIER. My Lord, I come to bring you newes, that your brother the Cardinall of Loraine by the Kings consent is lately strangled unto death.

DUMAINE. My brother Cardenall slaine and I alive? O wordes of power to kill a thousand men. Come let us away and leavy men, Tis warre that must asswage the tyrantes pride.

FRIER. My Lord, heare me but speak. I am a Frier of the order of the Jacobyns, that for my conscience sake will kill the King. DUMAINE. But what doth move thee above the rest to doe the deed?

FRIER. O my Lord, I have beene a great sinner in my dayes, and the deed is meritorious.

DUMAINE. But how wilt thou get opportunitye?

FRIER. Tush my Lord, let me alone for that.

DUMAINE. Frier come with me, We will goe talke more of this within.


[Scene xxiii]Edit

Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and enter the King of France, and Navarre, Epernoune, Bartus, Pleshe and Souldiers.

KING. Brother of Navarre, I sorrow much, That ever I was prov'd your enemy, And that the sweet and princely minde you beare, Was ever troubled with injurious warres: I vow as I am lawfull King of France, To recompence your reconciled love, With all the honors and affections, That ever I vouchsafte my dearest freends.

NAVARRE. It is enough if that Navarre may be Esteemed faithfull to the King of France: Whose service he may still commaund to death.

KING. Thankes to my Kingly Brother of Navarre. Then there wee'l lye before Lutetia's walles, Girting this strumpet Cittie with our siege, Till surfeiting with our afflicting armes, She cast her hatefull stomack to the earth.

Enter a Messenger.

MESSENGER. And it please your Majestie heere is a Frier of the order of the Jacobins, sent from the President of Paris, that craves accesse unto your grace.

KING. Let him come in.

Enter Frier with a Letter.

EPERNOUNE. I like not this Friers look. Twere not amisse my Lord, if he were search'd.

KING. Sweete Epernoune, our Friers are holy men, And will not offer violence to their King, For all the wealth and treasure of the world. Frier, thou dost acknowledge me thy King?

FRIER. I my good Lord, and will dye therein.

KING. Then come thou neer, and tell what newes thou bringst.

FRIER. My Lord, The President of Paris greetes your grace, And sends his dutie by these speedye lines, Humblye craving your gracious reply.

KING. Ile read them Frier, and then Ile answere thee.

FRIER. Sancte Jacobus, now have mercye on me.

He stabs the King with a knife as he readeth the letter, and then the King getteth the knife and killes him.

EPERNOUNE. O my Lord, let him live a while.

KING. No, let the villaine dye, and feele in hell, Just torments for his trechery.

NAVARRE. What, is your highnes hurt?

KING. Yes Navarre, but not to death I hope.

NAVARRE. God shield your grace from such a sodaine death: Goe call a surgeon hether strait.

[Exit attendant.]

KING. What irreligeous Pagans partes be these, Of such as horde them of the holy church? Take hence that damned villaine from my sight.

[Exeunt attendants with body]

EPERNOUNE. Ah, had your highnes let him live, We might have punisht him for his deserts.

KING. Sweet Epernoune all Rebels under heaven, Shall take example by his punishment, How they beare armes against their soveraigne. Goe call the English Agent hether strait, Ile send my sister England newes of this, And give her warning of her trecherous foes.

[Enter Surgeon.]

NAVARRE. Pleaseth your grace to let the Surgeon search your wound.

KING. The wound I warrant you is deepe my Lord, Search Surgeon and resolve me what thou seest.

The Surgeon searcheth.

Enter the English Agent.

Agent for England, send thy mistres word, What this detested Jacobin hath done. Tell her for all this that I hope to live, Which if I doe, the Papall Monarck goes To wrack, an antechristian kingdome falles. These bloudy hands shall teare his triple Crowne, And fire accursed Rome about his eares. Ile fire his erased buildings and incense The papall towers to kisse the holy earth. Navarre, give me thy hand, I heere do sweare, To ruinate this wicked Church of Rome, That hatcheth up such bloudy practices. And heere protest eternall love to thee, And to the Queene of England especially, Whom God hath blest for hating Popery.

NAVARRE. These words revive my thoughts and comfort me, To see your highnes in this vertuous minde.

KING. Tell me Surgeon, shall I live?

SURGEON. Alas my Lord, the wound is dangerous, For you are stricken with a poysoned knife.

KING. A poysoned knife? what, shall the French king dye, Wounded and poysoned, both at once?

EPERNOUNE. O that that damned villaine were alive againe, That we might torture him with some new found death.

BARTUS. He died a death too good, the devill of hell Torture his wicked soule.

KING. Oh curse him not since he is dead. O the fatall poyson workes within my brest, Tell me Surgeon and flatter not, may I live?

SURGEON. Alas my Lord, your highnes cannot live.

NAVARRE. Surgeon, why saist thou so? the King may live.

KING. Oh no Navarre, thou must be King of France.

NAVARRE. Long may you live, and still be King of France.

EPERNOUNE. Or else dye Epernoune.

KING. Sweet Epernoune thy King must dye. My Lords, Fight in the quarrell of this valiant Prince, For he is your lawfull King and my next heire: Valoyses lyne ends in my tragedie. Now let the house of Bourbon weare the crowne, And may it never end in bloud as mine hath done. Weep not sweet Navarre, but revenge my death. Ah Epernoune, is this thy love to me? Henry thy King wipes of these childish teares, And bids thee whet thy sword on Sextus bones, That it may keenly slice the Catholicks. He loves me not the best that sheds most teares, But he that makes most lavish of his bloud. Fire Paris where these trecherous rebels lurke. I dye Navarre, come beare me to my Sepulchre. Salute the Queene of England in my name, And tell her Henry dyes her faithfull freend.

He dyes.

NAVARRE. Come Lords, take up the body of the King, That we may see it honourably interde: And then I vow so to revenge his death, That Rome and all those popish Prelates there, Shall curse the time that ere Navarre was King, And rulde in France by Henries fatall death.

They march out with the body of the King, lying on foure mens shoulders with a dead march, drawingg weapons on the ground.