Marlowe, Christopher · published 1596 · first performed or written 1593 [Jan 26; Jan 30] (Annals) tragedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.71 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
What shall we do then? Let's throw him into the river. Oh 'twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and by the fish ourselves when we eat them. Then throw him into the ditch. No, no, to decide all doubts, be ruled by me, let's hang him here upon this tree. Agreed. Now madam, how like you our lusty Admiral? Believe me Guise he becomes the place so well, As I could long ere this have wished him there. But come let's walk aside, there's not very sweet. No by my faith Madam. Sirs, take him away and throw him in some ditch. And now Madam as I understand, There are a hundred Huguenots and more, Which in the woods do hold their synagogue: And daily meet about this time of day, And thither will I to put them to the sword. Do so sweet Guise, let us delay no time, For if these stragglers gather head again, And disperse themselves throughout the Realm of France, It will be hard for us to work their deaths. Be gone, delay no time sweet Guise. Madam, I go as whirlwind's rage before a storm, My Lord of Lorraine have you marked of late, How Charles our son begins for to lament: For the late night's work which my Lord of Guise Did make in Paris amongst the Hugonites? Madam, I have heard him solemnly vow, With the rebellious King of Navarre, For to revenge their deaths upon us all. ay, but my Lord let me alone for that, For Katherine must have her will in France: As I do live, so surely shall he die. And Henry then shall wear the diadem. And if he grudge or cross his Mother's will, I'll disinherit him and all the rest: For I'll rule France, but they shall wear the crown: And if they storm, I then may pull them down. Come my Lord let's us go. Down with the Hugonites, murder them. O Monsieur de Guise, hear me but speak. No villain, that tongue of thine, That hath blasphemed the holy Church of Rome, Shall drive no plaints into the Guise's ears, To make the justice of my heart relent: Tue, tue, tue, let none escape: So, drag them away. O let me stay and rest me here a while, A griping pain hath ceased upon my heart: A sudden pang, the messenger of death. O say not so, thou killest thy mother's heart. I must say so, pain forceth me complain. Comfort yourself my Lord and have no doubt, But God will sure restore you to your health. O no, my loving brother of Navarre. I have deserved a scourge I must confess, Yet is there patience of another sort, Than to misdo the welfare of their King: God grant my nearest friends may prove no worse. O hold me up, my sight begins to fail, My sinews shrink, my brains turn upside down, My heart doth break, I faint and die.
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What shall we doe then? Lets throw him into the riuer. Oh twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and by the fish our selues when we cate them. Then throw him into the ditch. No, no, to decide all doubts, be rulde by me, lets hang him heere vpon this tree. Agreede. Now Madame, how like you our lusty Admirall? Beleeue me Guise he becomes the place so well, As I could long ere this haue wisht him there. But come lets walke aside, thair's not very sweet. No by my faith Madam. Sirs, take him away and throw him in some ditch. And now Madam as I vnderstand, There are a hundred Hugonets and more, Which in the woods doe holde their synagogue: And dayly meet about this time of day, And thither will I to put them to the sword. Doe so sweet Guise, let vs delay no time, For if these straglers gather head againe, And disperse themselues throughout the Realme of France, It will be hard for vs to worke their deaths. Be gone, delay no time sweet Guise. Madam, I goe as whirl-windes rage before a storme, My Lord of Loraine haue you markt of late, How Charles our sonne begins for to lament: For the late nights worke which my Lord of Guise Did make in Paris amongst the Hugonites? Madam, I haue heard him solemnly vow, With the rebellious King of Nauarre, For to reuenge their deaths vpon vs all. I, but my Lord let me alone for that, For Katherine must haue her will in France: As I doe liue, so surely shall he dye. And Henry then shall weare the diadem. And if he grudge or crosse his Mothers will, Ile disinherite him and all the rest: For Ile rule France, but they shall weare the crowne: And if they storme, I then may pull them downe. Come my Lord lets vs goe. Downe with the Hugonites, murder them. O Mounser de Guise, heare me but speake. No villain, that toung of thine, That hath blasphemde the holy Church of Rome, Shall driue no plaintes into the Guises eares, To make the iustice of my heart relent: Tue, tue, tue, let none escape: So, dragge them away. O let me stay and rest me heer a while, A griping paine hath ceasde vpon my heart: A sodaine pang, the messenger of death. O say not so, thou kill'st thy mothers heart. I must say so, paine forceth me complaine. Comfort your selfe my Lord and haue no doubt, But God will sure restore you to your health. O no, my louing brother of Nauarre. I haue deseru'd a scourge I must confesse, Yet is there pacience of another sort, Then to misdoe the welfare of their King: God graunt my neerest freends may proue no worse. O holde me vp, my sight begins to faile, My sinnewes shrinke, my braines turne vpside downe, My heart doth break, I faint and dye.