Marlowe, Christopher · published 1596 · first performed or written 1593 [Jan 26; Jan 30] (Annals) tragedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 523 words
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My noble son, and princely Duke of Guise, Now have we got the fatal straggling deer: Within the compass of a deadly toil, And as we late decreed we may perform. Madam, it willbe 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 honour, Knights and Gentlemen, should for their conscience taste such ruthless ends. Though gentle minds 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. methinks my Lord, Anjoy hath well advised, Your highness to consider of the thing, And rather choose to sack your countries good, Then pity or relieve these up start heretics. I hope these reasons may serve my princely Son, To have some care for fear of enemies: Well Madam, I refer it to your Majesty, And to my Nephew here the Duke of Guise: What you determine, I will ratify. Thanks to my princely son, then tell me Guise, What order will you set down for the Massacre? Thus madam. They that shallbe actors in this Massacre, Shall wear white crosses on their Burgonets: And tie white linen scarves about their arms. He that wants these, and is suspected of heresy, Shall die, 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 breathe a while. How now fellow, what news? And it please your grace the Lord high Admiral, Riding the streets was traitorously shot, And most humbly entreats your Majesty To visit him sick in his bed. Messenger, tell him I will see him strait. What shall we do now with the Admiral? Your Majesty were best go visit him, And make a show as if all were well. Content, I will go visit the Admiral. And I will go take order for his death. 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 delayed and torments never used, That durst presume for hope of any gain, To hurt the noble man their sovereign loves. Ah my good Lord, these are the Guisians, That seek to massacre our guiltless lives. Assure yourself my good Lord Admiral, I deeply sorrow for your treacherous wrong: And that I am not more secure myself, Than I am careful you should be preserved. cousin, 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.
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My noble sonne, and princely Duke of Guise, Now haue we got the fatall stragling deere: VVithin the compasse of a deadly toyle, And as we late decreed we may perfourme. Madam, it wilbe noted through the world, An action bloudy and tirannicall: Cheefely since vnder safetie of our word, They iustly 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. Though gentle mindes should pittie others paines, Yet will the wisest note their proper greefes: And rather seeke to scourge their enemies, Then be themselues base subiects to the whip. Me thinkes my Lord, Anioy hath well aduisde, Your highnes to consider of the thing, And rather chuse to seck your countries good, Then pittie or releeue these vp start hereticks. I hope these reasons may serue my princely Sonne, To haue some care for feare of enemies: Well Madam, I referre it to your Maiestie, And to my Nephew heere the Duke of Guise: What you determine, I will ratifie. Thankes to my princely sonne, then tell me Guise, What order wil you set downe for the Massacre? 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 suspected of heresie, Shall dye, be he King or Emperour. Then Ile haue a peale of ordinance shot from the tower, At which they all shall issue out and set the streetes. And then the watchword being giuen, a bell shall ring, Which when they heare, they shall begin to kill: And neuer cease vntill that bell shall cease, Then breath a while. How now fellow, what newes? And it please your grace the Lord high Admirall, Riding the streetes was traiterously shot, And most humble intreates your Maiestie To vifite him sick in his bed. Messenger, tell him I will see him straite. What shall we doe now with the Admirall? Your Maiesty were best goe visite him, And make a shew as if all were well. Content, I will goe visite the Admirall. And I will goe take order for his death. How fares it with my Lord high Admiral, Hath he been hurt with villaines in the street? I vow and sweare as I am King of France, To finde and to repay the man with death: With death delay'd and torments neuer vsde, That durst presume for hope of any gaine, To hurt the noble man their soueraign loues. Ah my good Lord, these are the Guisians, That seeke to massacre our guiltles liues. Assure your selfe my good Lord Admirall, I deepely sorrow for your trecherous wrong: And that I am not more secure my selfe, Then I am carefull you should be preserued. Cofin, take twenty of our strongest guarde, And vnder your direction see they keep, All trecherous violence from our noble freend, Repaying all attempts with present death, Vpon the cursed breakers of our peace. And so be pacient good Lord Admirall, And euery hower I will visite you.