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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 1 Scene: 19

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?

Well then, I see you are resolute.

Then sirs take your standings within this Chamber,

For anon the Guise will come.

You will give us our money?

I, I, feare not: stand close, be resolute:

[The murtherers go aside as if in the next room.]

Now fals the star whose influence governes France,

Whose light was deadly to the Protestants:

Now must he fall and perish in his height.

They be my good Lord.

I warrant you my Lord.

What, have you done?

Then stay a while and Ile goe call the King,

[Enter King and Epernoune attended.]

But see where he comes.

My Lord, see where the Guise is slaine.