The Works of Christopher Marlowe
The Massacre at Paris
Act:
1
Scene:
3
OLD QUEENE.
Thanks my good freend, holde, take thou this reward.
OLD QUEENE.
Me thinkes the gloves have a very strong perfume,
The sent whereof doth make my head to ake.
OLD QUEENE.
Not wel, but do remember such a man.
OLD QUEENE.
Help sonne Navarre, I am poysoned.
OLD QUEENE.
O no, sweet Margaret, the fatall poyson
Doth work within my heart, my brain pan breakes,
My heart doth faint, I dye.
