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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I humbly thank your royal Majesty. Anjoy, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, Swear by the argent crosses in your burgonets, To kill all that you suspect of heresy. I swear by this to be unmerciful. I am disguised and none knows who I am. And therefore mean to murder all I meet. And so will I. And I. Away then, break into the admiral's house, I let the Admiral be first dispatcher. The Admiral chief standard bearer to the Lutherans, Shall in the entrance of this Massacre, Be murdered in his bed. Gonzago conduct them thither, And then beset his house that not a man may live. That charge is mine, Swizzers keep you the streets, And at each corner shall the king's guard stand. Come sirs follow me. cousin, the Captain of the admiral's guard, Placed by my brother, will betray his Lord: Now Guise shall catholiques flourish once again, The head being of, the members cannot stand. But look my Lord, there's some in the admiral's house. In lucky time, come let us keep this lane, And slay his servants that shall issue out. Where is the Admiral? O let me pray before I die. Then pray unto our Lady, kiss this cross. O God forgive my sins. Gonzago, what, is he dead? I my Lord. Then throw him down. Now cousin view him well, it may be it is some other, and he escaped. cousin 'tis he, I know him by his look. See where my Soldier shot him through the arm. He missed him near, but we have struck him now. Ah base Chatillion and degenerate, chief standard bearer to the Lutherans, Thus in despite of thy Religion, The Duke of Guise stamps on thy lifeless bulk. A way with him, cut of his head and hands. And send them for a present to the Pope: And when this just revenge is finished, Unto mount Faucon will we drag his corpse: And he that living hated so the cross, Shall being dead, be hanged thereon in chains. Anjoy, Gonzago, Retes, if that you three, Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine: There shall not a Huguenot breath in France. I swear by this cross, we'll not be partial, But slay as many as we can come near. Mountsorrell, go shoot the ordinance of, That they which have already set the street May know their watchword, then toll the bell, And so let's forward to the Massacre. I will my Lord, And now my Lords let us closely to our business. Anjoy will follow thee. And so will Dumaine. Come then, let's away. Tue tue, tue, let none escape, murder the Huguenots. Kill them, kill them. Lorraine, Lorraine, follow Lorraine, Sirrah, Are you a preacher of these heresies? I am a preacher of the word of God, And thou a traitor to thy soul and him. dearly beloved brother, thus 'tis written. Stay my Lord, let me begin the psalm. Come drag him away and throw him in a ditch. Who is that which knocks there? Mountsorrell from the Duke of Guise.
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I humbly thank your royall Maiestie. Anioy, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, Sweare by the argent crosses in your burgoners, To kill all that you suspect of heresie. I sweare by this to be vnmercifull. I am disguisde and none knows who I am. And therfore meane to murder all I meet. And so will I. And I. Away then, break into the Admirals house, I let the Admirall be first dispatchr. The Admirall cheefe standard bearer to the Lutheranes, Shall in the entrance of this Massacre, Be murdered in his bed. Gonzago conduct them thither, And then beset his house that not a man may liue. That charge is mine, Swizers keepe you the streetes, And at ech corner shall the Kings garde stand. Come sirs follow me. Cosin, the Captaine of the Admirals guarde, Plac'd by my brother, will betray his Lord: Now Guise shall catholiques flourish once againe, The head being of, the members cannot stand. But look my Lord, ther's some in the Admirals house. In lucky time, come let vs keep this lane, And slay his seruants that shall issue out. Where is the Admirall? O let me pray before I dye. Then pray vnto our Ladye, kisse this crosse. O God forgiue my sins. Gonzago, what, is he dead? I my Lord. Then throw him down. Now cosin view him well, it may be it is some other, and he escapte. Cosin tis he, I know him by his look. See where my Souldier shot him through the arm. He mist him neer, but we haue strook him now. Ah base Shatillian and degenerate, cheef standard bearer to the Lutheranes, Thus in despite of thy Religion, The Duke of Guise stampes on thy liueles bulke. A way with him, cut of his head and handes. And send them for a present to the Pope: And when this iust reuenge is finished, Vnto mount Faucon will we dragge his coarse: And he that liuing hated so the crosse, Shall being dead, be hangd thereon in chaines. Anioy, Gonzago, Retes, if that you three, Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine: There shall not a Hugonet breath in France. I sweare by this crosse, wee'l not be partiall, But slay as many as we can come neer. Mountsorrell, goe shoote the ordinance of, That they which haue already set the street May know their watchword, then tole the bell, And so lets forward to the Massacre. I will my Lord, And now my Lords let vs closely to our busines. Anioy will follow thee. And so will Dumaine. Come then, lets away. Tue tue, tue, let none escape, murder the Hugonets. Kill them, kill them. Loreine, Loreine, follow Loreine, Sirra, Are you a preacher of these heresies? I am a preacher of the word of God, And thou a traitor to thy soule and him. Dearely beloued brother, thus tis written. Stay my Lord, let me begin the psalme. Come dragge him away and throw him in a ditch. Who is that which knocks there? Mountsorrell from the Duke of Guise.