massacre at paris-第2章
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Which cannot be extinguisht but by bloud。
Oft have I leveld； and at last have learnd；
That perill is the cheefest way to happines；
And resolution honors fairest aime。
What glory is there in a common good；
That hanges for every peasant to atchive？
That like I best that flyes beyond my reach。
Set me to scale the high Peramides；
And thereon set the Diadem of Fraunce；
Ile either rend it with my nayles to naught；
Or mount the top with my aspiring winges；
Although my downfall be the deepest hell。
For this； I wake； when others think I sleepe；
For this； I waite； that scorn attendance else：
For this； my quenchles thirst whereon I builde；
Hath often pleaded kindred to the King。
For this； this head； this heart； this hand and sworde；
Contrive； imagine and fully execute
Matters of importe； aimed at by many；
Yet understoode by none。
For this； hath heaven engendred me of earth；
For this； the earth sustaines my bodies weight；
And with this wait Ile counterpoise a Crowne；
Or with seditions weary all the worlde：
For this； from Spaine the stately Catholic
Sends Indian golde to coyne me French ecues：
For this have I a largesse from the Pope；
A pension and a dispensation too：
And by that priviledge to worke upon；
My policye hath framde religion。
Religion： O Diabole。
Fye； I am ashamde； how ever that I seeme；
To think a word of such a simple sound；
Of so great matter should be made the ground。
The gentle King whose pleasure uncontrolde；
Weakneth his body； and will waste his Realme；
If I repaire not what he ruinates：
Him as a childe I dayly winne with words；
So that for proofe； he barely beares the name：
I execute； and he sustaines the blame。
The Mother Queene workes wonders for my sake；
And in my love entombes the hope of Fraunce：
Rifling the bowels of her treasurie；
To supply my wants and necessitie。
Paris hath full five hundred Colledges；
As Monestaries； Priories； Abbyes and halles；
Wherein are thirtie thousand able men；
Besides a thousand sturdy student Catholicks；
And more： of my knowledge in one cloyster keep；
Five hundred fatte Franciscan Fryers and priestes。
All this and more； if more may be comprisde；
To bring the will of our desires to end。
Then Guise；
Since thou hast all the Cardes within thy hands
To shuffle or to cut； take this as surest thing：
That right or wrong； thou deal'st thy selfe a King。
I but； Navarre。 Tis but a nook of France。
Sufficient yet for such a pettie King：
That with a rablement of his hereticks；
Blindes Europs eyes and troubleth our estate：
Him will we
Pointing to his Sworde。
But first lets follow those in France。
That hinder our possession to the crowne：
As Caesar to his souldiers； so say I：
Those that hate me； will I learn to loath。
Give me a look； that when I bend the browes；
Pale death may walke in furrowes of my face：
A hand； that with a graspe may gripe the world；
An eare； to heare what my detractors say；
A royall seate； a scepter and a crowne：
That those which doe behold them may become
As men that stand and gase against the Sunne。
The plot is laide； and things shall come to passe；
Where resolution strives for victory。
Exit。
＇Scene iii＇
Enter the King of Navar and Queen ＇Margaret＇； and his ＇olde＇
Mother Queen ＇of Navarre＇； the Prince of Condy； the Admirall；
and the Pothecary with the gloves； and gives them to the olde
Queene。
POTHECARIE。 Maddame； I beseech your grace to except this simple gift。
OLD QUEENE。 Thanks my good freend； holde； take thou this reward。
POTHECARIE。 I humbly thank your Majestie。
Exit Pothecary。
OLD QUEENE。 Me thinkes the gloves have a very strong perfume；
The sent whereof doth make my head to ake。
NAVARRE。 Doth not your grace know the man that gave them you？
OLD QUEENE。 Not wel； but do remember such a man。
ADMIRALL。 Your grace was ill advisde to take them then；
Considering of these dangerous times。
OLD QUEENE。 Help sonne Navarre； I am poysoned。
QUEENE MARGARET。 The heavens forbid your highnes such mishap。
NAVARRE。 The late suspition of the Duke of Guise；
Might well have moved your highnes to beware
How you did meddle with such dangerous giftes。
QUEENE MARGARET。 Too late it is my Lord if that be true
To blame her highnes； but I hope it be
Only some naturall passion makes her sicke。
OLD QUEENE。 O no； sweet Margaret； the fatall poyson
Doth work within my heart； my brain pan breakes；
My heart doth faint； I dye。
She dyes。
NAVARRE。 My Mother poysoned heere before my face：
O gracious God； what times are these？
O graunt sweet God my daies may end with hers；
That I with her may dye and live againe。
QUEENE MARGARET。 Let not this heavy chaunce my dearest Lord；
（For whose effects my soule is massacred）
Infect thy gracious brest with fresh supply；
To agravate our sodaine miserie。
ADMIRALL。 Come my Lords let us beare her body hence；
And see it honoured with just solemnitie。
As they are going； ＇enter＇ the Souldier ＇above； who＇ dischargeth
his musket at the Lord Admirall ＇and exit＇。
CONDY。 What are you hurt my Lord high Admiral？
ADMIRALL。 I my good Lord； shot through the arme。
NAVARRE。 We are betraide； come my Lords； and let us goe tell
the King of this。
ADMIRALL。 These are the cursed Guisians that doe seeke our death。
Oh fatall was this mariage to us all。
They beare away the ＇olde＇ Queene ＇of Navarre＇ and goe out。
＇Scene iv＇
Enter ＇Charles＇ the King； ＇Catherinethe＇ Queene Mother； Duke of Guise；
Duke Anjoy； Duke Demayne ＇and Cossin； Captain of the Kings Guard＇。
QUEENE MOTHER。 My noble sonne； and princely Duke of Guise；
Now have we got the fatall stragling deere；
Within the compasse of a deadly toyle；
And as we late decreed we may perfourme。
CHARLES。 Madam； it wilbe noted through the world；
An action bloudy and tirannicall：
Cheefely since under safetie of our word；
They justly challenge their protection：
Besides my heart relentes that noble men；
Onely corrupted in religion；
Ladies of honor； Knightes and Gentlemen；
Should for their conscience taste such rutheles ends。
ANJOY。 Though gentle minces should pittie others paines；
Yet will the wisest note their proper greefes：
And rather seeke to scourge their enemies；
Then be themselves base subjects to the whip。
GUISE。 Me thinkes my Lord； Anjoy hath well advisde
Your highnes to consider of the thing；
And rather chuse to seek your countries good；
Then pittie or releeve these upstart hereticks。
QUEENE MOTHER。 I hope these reasons mayserve my princely； Sonne；
To have some care for feare of enemies。
CHARLES。 Well Madam； I referre it to your Majestie；
And to my Nephew heere the Duke of Guise：
What you determine； I will ratifie。
QUEENE MOTHER。 Thankes to my princely sonne； then tell me Guise；
What order wil you set downe for the Massacre？
GUISE。 Thus Madame。
They that shalbe actors in this Massacre；
Shall weare white crosses on their Burgonets；
And tye white linnen scarfes about their armes。
He that wantes these； and is suspect of heresie；
Shall dye； or be he King or Emperour。
Then Ile have a peale of ordinance shot from the tower；
At which they all shall issue out and set the streetes。
And then the watchword being given； a bell shall ring；
Which when they heare； they shall begin to kill：
And never cease untill that bell shall cease；
Then breath a while。
Enter the Admirals man。
CHARLES。 How now fellow； what newes？
MAN。 And it please your grace the Lord high Admirall；
Riding the streetes was traiterously shot；
And most humbly intreates your Majestie
To visite him sick in his bed。
CHARLES。 Messenger； tell him I will see him straite。
Exit Messenger。
What shall we doe now with the Admiral
