The Works of Christopher Marlowe
The Massacre at Paris
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QUEENE MARGARET.
I will my good Lord.
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QUEENE MARGARET.
The heavens forbid your highnes such mishap.
QUEENE MARGARET.
Too late it is my Lord if that be true
To blame her highnes, but I hope it be
Only some naturall passion makes her sicke.
QUEENE MARGARET.
Let not this heavy chaunce my dearest Lord,
(For whose effects my soule is massacred)
Infect thy gracious brest with fresh supply,
To agravate our sodaine miserie.
