The Works of Christopher Marlowe
The Massacre at Paris
Act:
1
Scene:
22
EPERNOUNE.
I like not this Friers look.
Twere not amisse my Lord, if he were searcht.
EPERNOUNE.
O my Lord, let him live a while.
EPERNOUNE.
Ah, had your highnes let him live,
We might have punisht him for his deserts.
EPERNOUNE.
O that that damned villaine were alive againe,
That we might torture him with some new found death.
EPERNOUNE.
Or else dye Epernoune.
