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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Massacre at Paris

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Madam, I will.

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Vive le Roy, vive le Roy.

Vive le Roy, vive le Roy.

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My Lord, twere good to make them frends,

For his othes are seldome spent in vaine.

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Nay for the Popes sake, and shine owne benefite.

What Peere in France but thou (aspiring Guise)

Durst be in armes without the Kings consent?

I challenge thee for treason in the cause.

Thou able to maintaine an hoast in pay,

That livest by forraine exhibition?

The Pope and King of Spaine are thy good frends,

Else all France knowes how poor a Duke thou art.

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 Guise ch, durst stand in armes against the King,

For not effecting of his holines will.

My Lord,

I think for safety of your person,

It would be good the Guise were made away,

And so to quite your grace of all suspect.

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Mounted his royall Cabonet.

And please your grace the Duke of Guise doth crave

Accesse unto your highnes.

My Lord heer is his sonne.

My Lord, see where she comes, as if she droupt

To heare these newest

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I like not this Friers look.

Twere not amisse my Lord, if he were searcht.

O my Lord, let him live a while.

Ah, had your highnes let him live,

We might have punisht him for his deserts.

O that that damned villaine were alive againe,

That we might torture him with some new found death.

Or else dye Epernoune.