The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Massacre at Paris


Act: 1 Scene: 9
Now Madame, how like you our lusty Admirall?
No by my faith Madam.
Sirs, take him away and throw him in some ditch.
Carry away the dead body.
And now Madam as I understand,
There anre a hundred Hugonets and more,
Which in the woods doe horde their synagogue:
And dayly meet about this time of day,
thither will I to put them to the sword.
Madam,
I goe as whirl-winces rage before a storme.