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 · 504 words
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The choice is hard, I must dissemble. My Lord, in token of my true humility, And simple meaning to your Majesty: I kiss your grace's hand, and take my leave, Intending to dislodge my camp with speed. Then farewell Guise, the King and thou are friends. But trust him not my Lord, for had your highness, Seen with what a pomp he entered Paris, And how the Citizens with gifts and shows Did entertain him and promised to be at his command: Nay, they feared not to speak in the streets, That the Guise durst stand in arms against the King, For not effecting of his holiness will. Did they of Paris entertain him so? Then means he present treason to our state. Well, let me alone, whose's within there? Make a discharge of all my counsel strait, And I'll subscribe my name and seal it straight. My head shall be my counsel, they are false: And Epernoune I will be ruled by thee. My Lord, I think for safety of your royal person, It would be good the Guise were made away, And so to quite your grace of all suspect. First let us set our hand and seal to this, And then I'll tell thee what I mean to do. So, convey this to the counsel presently. And Epernoune though I seem mild and calm, Think not but I am tragical within: I'll secretly convey me unto Bloyse, For now that Paris takes the Guise's part, Here is no staying for the King of France, Unless he mean to be betrayed and die: But as I hue, so sure the Guise shall die. My Lord, I am advertised from France, That the Guise hath taken arms against the King, And that Paris is revolted from his grace. Then hath your grace fit opportunity, To show your love unto the King of France: Offering him aid against his enemies, Which cannot but be thankfully received. Bartus, it shall be so, post then to France, And there salute his highness in our name, Assure him all the aid we can provide, Against the Guisians and their complices. Bartus be gone, commend me to his grace, And tell him ere it be long, I'll visit him. I will my Lord. Pleshe, My Lord. Pleshe, go muster up our men with speed, And let them march away to France amain: For we must aid the King against the Guise. Be gone I say, 'tis time that we were there. I go my Lord. That wicked Guise I fear me much will be, The ruin of that famous Realm of France: For his aspiring thoughts aim at the crown, And takes his vantage on Religion, To plant the Pope and popelings in the Realm, And bind it wholly to the see of Rome: But if that God do prosper mine attempts, And send us safely to arrive in France: we'll beat him back, and drive him to his death, That basely seeks the ruin of his Realm.
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The choyse is hard, I must dissemble. My Lord, in token of my true humilitie, And simple meaning to your Maiestie: I kisse your graces hand, and take my leaue, Intending to dislodge my campe with speed. Then farwell Guise, the King and thou are freends. But trust him not my Lord, for had your highnesse, Seene with what a pompe he entred Paris, And how the Citizens with gifts and shewes Did entertaine him and promised to be at his commaund: Nay, they fear'd not to speak in the streetes, That the Guise durst stand in armes against the King, For not effecting of his holines will. Did they of Paris entertaine him so? Then meanes he present treason to our state. Well, let me alone, whose within there? Make a discharge of all my counsell straite, And Ile subscribe my name and seale it straight. My head shall be my counsell, they are false: And Epernoune I will be rulde by thee. My Lord, I think for safety of your royall person, It would be good the Guise were made away, And so to quite your grace of all suspect. First let vs set our hand and seale to this, And then Ile tell thee what I meane to doe. So, conuey this to the counsell presently. And Epernoune though I seeme milde and calme, Thinke not but I am tragicall within: Ile secretly conuay me vnto Bloyse, For now that Paris takes the Guises parte, Heere is no staying for the King of France, Vnles he meane to be betraide and dye: But as I hue, so sure the Guise shall dye. My Lord, I am aduertised from France, That the Guise hath taken armes against the King, And that Paris is reuolted from his grace. Then hath your grace fit oportunitie, To shew your loue vnto the King of France: Offering him aide against his enemies, Which cannot but be thankfully receiu'd. Bartus, it shall be so, poast then to Fraunce, And there salute his highnesse in our name, Assure him all the aide we can prouide, Against the Guisians and their complices. Bartus be gone, commend me to his grace, And tell him ere it be long, Ile visite him. I will my Lord. Pleshe, My Lord. Pleshe, goe muster vp our men with speed, And let them march away to France amaine: For we must aide the King against the Guise. Be gone I say, tis time that we were there. I goe my Lord. That wicked Guise I feare me much will be, The ruine of that famous Realme of France: For his aspiring thoughts aime at the crowne, And takes his vantage on Religion, To plant the Pope and popelings in the Realme, And binde it wholy to the Sea of Rome: But if that God doe prosper mine attempts, And send vs safely to arriue in France: Wee'l beat him back, and driue him to his death, That basely seekes the ruine of his Realme.