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 · 516 words
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Come on sirs, what, are you resolutely bent, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? What, will you not fear when you see him come? Fear him said you? tush, were he here, we would kill him presently. O that his heart were leaping in my hand. But when will he come that we may murder him? Well, than I see you are resolute. Let us alone, I warrant you. Then sirs take your standings within this Chamber, For anon the Guise will come. You will give us our money. ay, ay, fear not, stand close, so be resolute: Now falls the star whose influence governs France, Whose light was deadly to the Protestants Now must he fall and perish in his height. Now Captain of my guard, are these murderers ready? They be my good Lord. But are they resolute and armed to kill, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? I warrant ye my Lord. Then come proud Guise and here disgorge thy breast, Surcharged with surfeit of ambitious thoughts: breathe out that life wherein my death was hid, And end thy endless treasons with thy death. Halla varlet heigh: Epernoune, where is the King? Mounted his royal cabinet. I prithee tell him that the Guise is here. And please your grace the Duke of Guise, doth crave access unto your highness. Let him come in. Come Guise and see thy traitorous guile outreached, And perish in the pit thou mad'st for me. Good morrow to your Majesty. Good morrow to my loving Cousin of Guise. How fares it this morning with your excellence? I heard your Majesty was scarcely pleased, That in the Court I bore so great a train. They were to blame that said I was displeased, And you good cousin to imagine it. 'twere hard with me if I should doubt my kin, Or be suspicious of my dearest friends: Cousin, assure you I am resolute, Whatsoever any whisper in mine ears, Not to suspect disloyalty in thee, And so sweet coz farewell. So, now sues the King for favour to the Guise, And all his Minions stoop when I command: Why this 'tis to have an army in the field, Now by the holy sacrament I swear, As ancient Romans over their Captive Lords, So will I triumph over this wanton King, And he shall follow my proud chariot's wheels. Now do I but begin to look about, And all my former time was spent in vain: Hold Sword, for in thee is the Duke of Guise's hope. Villain, why dost thou look so ghastly? speak. O pardon me my Lord of Guise. Pardon thee, why what hast thou done? O my Lord, I am one of them that is set to murder you. To murder me villain. I my Lord, the rest have ta'en their standings in the next room, therefore good my Lord go not forth. Yet Caesar shall go forth, let mean conceits, and baser men fear death: tut they are peasants, I am Duke of Guise: and princes with their looks, engender fear.
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Come on sirs, what, are you resolutely bent, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? What, will you not feare when you see him come? Feare him said you? tush, were he heere, we would kill him presently. O that his heart were leaping in my hand. But when will he come that we may murther him? Well, then I see you are resolute. Let vs alone, I warrant you. Then sits take your standings within this Chamber, For anon the Guise will come. You will giue vs our money. I, I, feare not, stand close, so be resolute: Now fals the star whose influence gouernes France, Whose light was deadly to the Protestants Now must he fall and perish in his height. Now Captain of my guarde, are these murtherers ready? They be my good Lord. But are they resolute and armde to kill, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? I warrant ye my Lord. Then come proud Guise and heere disgordge thy brest, Surchargde with surfet of ambitious thoughts: Breath out that life wherein my death was hid, And end thy endles treasons with thy death. Halla verlete hey: Epernoune, where is the King? Mounted his royall Cabonet. I prethee tell him that the Guise is heere. And please your grace the Duke of Guise, doth craue accesse vnto your highnes. Let him come in. Come Guise and see thy traiterous guile outreacht, And perish in the pit thou mad'st for me. Good morrow to your Maiestie. Good morrow to my louing Cousin of Guise. How fares it this morning with your excellence? I heard your Maiestie was scarsely pleasde, That in the Court I bare so great a traine. They were to blame that said I was displeasde, And you good Cosin to imagine it. Twere hard with me if I should doubt my kinne, Or be suspicious of my deerest freends: Cousin, assure you I am resolute, Whatsoeuer any whisper in mine eares, Not to suspect disloyaltye in thee, And so sweet Cuz farwell. So, now sues the King for fauour to the Guise, And all his Minions stoup when I commaund: Why this tis to haue an army in the fielde, Now by the holy sacrament I sweare, As ancient Romanes ouer their Captiue Lords, So will I triumph ouer this wanton King, And he shall follow my proud Chariots wheeles. Now doe I but begin to look about, And all my former time was spent in vaine: Holde Sworde, for in thee is the Duke of Guises hope. Villaine, why dost thou look so gastly? speake. O pardon me my Lord of Guise. Pardon thee, why what hast thou done? O my Lord, I am one of them that is set to murder you. To murder me villaine. I my Lord, the rest haue taine their standings in the next roome, therefore good my Lord goe not foorth. Yet Caesar shall goe forth, let mean consaits, and baser men feare death: tut they are pesants, I am Duke of Guise: and princes with their lookes, ingender feare.