Marlowe, Christopher · published 1596 · first performed or written 1593 [Jan 26; Jan 30] (Annals) tragedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 514 words
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Prince of Navarre my honourable brother, Prince Condy, and my good Lord Admiral, I Wish this union and religious league, Knit in these hands thus joined 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. The many favours which your grace hath 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. 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. Well Madam, let that rest: And now my Lords the marriage rites performed, We think it good to go and consummate the rest, With hearing of a holy Mass: Sister, I think yourself will bear us company. I will my good Lord, The rest that will not go (my Lords) may stay: Come Mother let us go to honour this solemnity. Which I'll dissolve with blood and cruelty. Prince Condy and my good L. Admiral, Now Guise may storm but do us little hurt: Having the King, Qu. Mother on our sides, 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? My Lord I marvel that th'aspiring Guise, Dares once adventure without the king's consent, To meddle or attempt such dangerous things. My L. you need not marvel at the Guise, For what he doth the Pope will ratify: In murder, mischief, or in tyranny. 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. 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 Bourbon now comes in, And joins your lineage to the crown of France? 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. If ever Hymen loured at marriage rites, And had his altars decked with dusky lights: If ever sun stained heaven 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 show the fury of them all, Apothecary.
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PRince of Nauarre my honourable brother, Prince Condy, and my good Lord Admirall, I Wishe this vnion and religious league, Knit in these hands thus ioyn'd in nuptiall rites, May not desolue, till death desolue our liues, And that the natiue sparkes of princely loue, That kindled first this motion in our hearts: May still be feweld in our progenye. The many fauours which your grace hath showne, From time to time, but specially in this: Shall binde me euer to your highnes will, In what Queen Mother or your grace commands. Thanks sonne Nauarre, you see we loue you well, That linke you in mariage with our daughter heer: And as you know our difference in Religion, Might be a meanes to crosse you in your loue. Well Madam, let that rest: And now my Lords the mariage rites perfourm'd, We think it good to goe and consumate the rest, With hearing of a holy Masse: Sister, I think your selfe will beare vs company. I will my good Lord, The rest that will not goe (my Lords) may stay: Come Mother let vs goe to honor this solemnitie. VVhich Ile desolue with bloud and crueltie. Prince Condy and my good L. Admiral, Now Guise may storme but doe vs little hurt: Hauing the King, Qu. Mother on our sides, To stop the mallice of his enuious heart, That seekes to murder all the Protestants: Haue you not heard of late how he decreed, If that the King had giuen consent thereto, That all the protestants that are in Paris, Should haue been murdered the other night? My Lord I meruaile that th'aspiring Guise, Dares once aduenture without the Kings consent, To meddle or attempt such dangerous things. My L. you need not meruaile at the Guise, For what he doth the Pope will ratifie: In murder, mischeefe, or in tiranny. But he that sits and rules aboue the clowdes, Doth heare and see the praiers of the iust: And will reuenge the bloud of innocents, That Guise hath slaine by treason of his heart, And brought by murder to their timeles ends. My Lord, but did you mark the Cardinall, The Guises brother and the Duke Dumain: How they did storme at these your nuptiallrites, Because the house of Burbon now comes in, And ioynes your linnage to the crowne of France? And thats ye cause that Guise so frowns at vs, And beates his braines to catch vs in his trap: Which he hath pitcht within his deadly toyle. Come my Lords lets go to the Church and pray, That God may still defend the right of France: And make his Gospel flourish in this land. If euer Hymen lowr'd at marriage rites, And had his alters deckt with duskie lightes: If euer sunne stainde heauen with bloudy clowdes, And made look with terrour on the worlde: If euer day were turned to vgly night. And night made semblance of the hue of hell, This day, this houre, this fatall night, Shall fully shew the fury of them all, Apothecarie.