Marlowe, Christopher · published 1596 · first performed or written 1593 [Jan 26; Jan 30] (Annals) tragedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
My Lord. Now shall I prove and guerdon to the full, The love thou bear'st unto the house of Guise: Where are those perfumed gloves which I sent To be poisoned, hast thou done them? speak, Will every savour breed a pang of death? See where they be my good Lord, And he that smells but to them, dies. Then thou remainest resolute. I am my Lord, in what your grace commands till death. Thanks my good friend, I will 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 strait. Soldier. My Lord, Now come thou forth and play thy tragic part. Stand in some window opening near the street, And when thou seest the Admiral ride by, Discharge thy musket and perform his death: And then I'll guerdon thee with store of crowns. I will my Lord. Now Guise begins those deep engendered thoughts, To burst abroad those never dying flames, Which cannot be extinguished but by blood. Oft have I leveled, and at last have learned, That peril is the chiefest way to happiness, And resolution honours 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 high pyramids, And thereon set the Diadem of France, I'll either rend it with my nails to nought, 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 scorns 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, Contrives, imagines and fully executes, Matters of import, aimed at by many, Yet understood by none. For this, hath heaven engendered me of earth, For this, this earth sustains my Body's weight, And with this wiat I'll counterpoise a Crown, Or with seditions weary all the world: For this, from Spain the stately Catholics, Sends Indian gold to coin me French ecus: 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 framed religion, Religion: O Diabole. Fie, I am ashamed however 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 uncontrolled, Weakeneth 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,
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My Lord. Now shall I proue and guerdon to the ful, The loue thou bear'st vnto the house of Guise: Where are those perfumed gloues which I sent To be poysoned, hast thou done them? speake, Will euery sauour breed a pangue of death? See where they be my good Lord, And he that smelles but to them, dyes. Then thou remainest resolute. I am my Lord, in what your grace commaundes till death. Thankes my good freend, I wil requite thy loue, Goe then present them to the Queene Nauarre: For she is that huge blemish in our eye, That makes these vpstart heresies in Fraunce: Be gone my freend present them to her straite. Souldyer. My Lord, Now come thou forth and play thy tragick part. Stand in some window opening neere the street, And when thou seest the Admirall ride by, Discharge thy musket and perfourme his death: And then Ile guerdon thee with store of crownes. I will my Lord. Now Guise begins those deepe ingendred thoughts, To burst abroad those neuer dying flames, Which cannot be extinguisht but by bloud. Oft haue I leueld, and at last haue 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 euery peasant to atchiue? That like I best that flyes beyond my reach, Set me to scale the high Peramides, And thereon set the Dradem 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 scornes 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, Contriues, imagines and fully executes, Matters of importe, aimde at by many, Yet vnderstoode by none. For this, hath heauen engendred me of earth, For this, this earth sustaines my bodies waight, And with this wiat Ile counterpoise a Crowne, Or with seditions weary all the worlde: For this, from Spaine the stately Catholickes, Sends Indian golde to coyne me French ecues: For this haue I a largesse from the Pope, A pension and a dispensation too: And by that priuiledge to worke vpon, My policye hath framde religion, Religion: O Diabole. Fye, I am ashamde how euer 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 vncontrolde, 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 loue entombes the hope of Fraunce: Rifling the bowels of her treasurie, To supply my wants and necessitie. Paris hath full fiue hundred Colledges,