The Works of Christopher Marlowe
The Massacre at Paris
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POTHECARIE.
My Lord.
POTHECARIE.
See where they be my Lord, and he that smelles
but to them, dyes.
POTHECARIE.
I am my Lord, in what your grace commaundes till death.
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POTHECARIE.
Maddame, I beseech your grace to except this simple gift.
POTHECARIE.
I humbly thank your Majestie.
