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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 1 Scene: 9

Beleeve me Guise he becomes the place so well,

That I could long ere this have wisht him there.

But come lets walke aside, th'airs not very sweet.

Doe so sweet Guise, let us delay no time,

For if these straglers gather head againe,

And disperse themselves throughout the Realme of France,

It will be hard for us to worke their deaths.

My Lord of Loraine have you marks of late,

How Charles our sonne begins for to lament

For the late nights worke which my Lord of Guise

Did make in Paris amongst the Hugonites?

I, but my Lord, let me alone for that,

For Katherine must have her will in France:

As I doe live, so surely shall he dye,

And Henry then shall weare the diadem.

And if he grudge or crosse his Mothers will,

Ile disinherite him and all the rest:

For Ile rule France, but they shall weare the crowne:

And if they storme, I then may pull them downe.

Come my Lord let's goe.