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massacre at paris(巴黎大屠杀)-第6部分

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makes peace and warre; And Guise for Spaine hath now incenst the King; 

To send his power to meet us in the field。 

     BARTUS。       Then    in  this  bloudy   brunt    they   may   beholde;    The   sole 

endevour of your princely care; To plant the true succession of the faith; In 

spite of Spaine and all his heresies。 

     NAVARRE。 The power of vengeance now implants it selfe; Upon the 

hauty mountains of my brest: Plaies with her goary coulours of revenge; 

Whom I respect as leaves of boasting greene; That change their   coulour 

when the winter comes; When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge。 

     Enter a Messenger。 

     How now sirra; what newes? 

     MESSENGER。 My Lord; as by our scoutes we understande; A mighty 

army   comes   from   France   with   speed:   Which   is   already   mustered   in   the 

land; And meanesto meet your highnes in the field。 

     NAVARRE。 In Gods name; let them come。 This is the Guise that hath 

incenst the King; To leavy armes and make these civill broyles: But canst 

thou tell me who is their generall? 

     MESSENGER。   Not   yet   my   Lord;   for   thereon   doe   they   stay:   But   as 

report doth goe; the Duke of Joyeux Hath made great sute unto the King 

therfore。 



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     NAVARRE。   It   will   not   countervaile   his   paines   I   hope;   I   would   the 

Guise in his steed might have come; But he doth lurke within his drousie 

couch; And makes his footstoole on securitie: So he be safe he cares not 

what becomes; Of King or Country; no not for them both。 But come my 

Lords; let us away with speed; And place our selves in order for the fight。 

     Exeunt。 



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                                 'Scene XV' 



       Enter   'Henry'   the   King   of   France;   Duke   of   Guise;   Epernoune;   and 

Duke Joyeux。 

    KING。 My sweet Joyeux; I make thee Generall; Of all my army now in 

readines; To march against the rebellious King Navarre: At thy request I 

am   content    thou   go'st;  Although    my   love   to  thee  can  hardly   suffer't; 

Regarding still the danger of thy life。 

    JOYEUX。 Thanks to your Majestie; and so I take my leave。   Farwell 

my Lord of Guise and Epernoune。 

    GUISE。 Health and harty farwell to my Lord Joyeux。 

    Exit Joyeux。 

    KING。 How kindely Cosin of Guise you and your wife Doe both salute 

our lovely Minions。 

    He makes hornes at the Guise。 

    Remember you the letter gentle sir; Which your wife writ to my deare 

Minion; And her chosen freend? 

    GUISE。 How now my Lord; faith this is more then need; Am I to be 

thus jested at and scornde? Tis more then kingly or Emperious。 And sure if 

all   the   proudest   kings  beside   In   Christendome;    should   beare   me   such 

derision; They should know I scornde them and their mockes。 I love your 

Minions?   dote   on   them   your   selfe;   I   know   none   els   but   hordes   them   in 

disgrace: And heer by all the Saints in heaven I sweare; That villain   for 

whom I beare this deep disgrace; Even for your words that have incenst 

me so; Shall buy that strumpets favour with his blood; Whether he have 

dishonoured me or no。 Par la mor du; Il mora。 

    Exit。 

    KING。 Beleeve me; Epernoune this jest bites sore。 

    EPERNOUNE。   My   Lord;   twere   good   to   make   them   frends;   For   his 

othes are seldome spent in vaine。 

    Enter Mugeroun。 

    KING。 How now Mugeroun; metst thou not the Guise at the doore? 



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    MUGEROUN。 Not I my Lord; what if I had? 

    KING。 Marry if thou hadst; thou mightst have had the stab; For he hath 

solemnely sworne thy death。 

    MUGEROUN。 I may be stabd; and live till he be dead; But wherfore 

beares he me such deadly hate? 

    KING。 Because his wife beares thee such kindely love。 

    MUGEROUN。 If that be all; the next time that I meet her; Ile make her 

shake off love with her heeles。 But which way is he gone? Ile goe take a 

walk On purpose from the Court to meet with him。 

     Exit。 

    KING。   I   like   not   this;   come   Epernoune   Lets   goe   seek   the   Duke   and 

make them freends。 

     Exeunt。 



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                                'Scene XVI' 



       Alarums within。 The Duke Joyeux slaine。 

    Enter the King of Navarre '; Bartus;' and his traine。 

    NAVARRE。 The  Duke   is   slaine   and   all   his   power   dispearst; And   we 

are grac'd with wreathes of victory: Thus God we see doth ever guide the 

right; To make his glory great upon the earth。 

    BARTUS。 The terrour of this happy victory; I hope will make the King 

surcease his hate: And either never mannage army more; Or else employ 

them in some better cause。 

    NAVARRE。 How many noble men have lost their lives; In prosecution 

of these quell armes; Is ruth and almost death to call to mince: Put God we 

know will alwaies put them downe; That lift themselves against the perfect 

truth; Which Ile maintaine as long as life doth last: And with the Queene 

of England joyne   my force; To beat the papall Monarck from our lands; 

And keep those relicks from our countries coastes。 Come my Lords; now 

that the storme is overpass; Let us away with triumph to our tents。 

    Exeunt。 



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                                'Scene XVII' 



           Enter a Souldier。 

     SOULDIER。 Sir; to you sir; that dare make the Duke a cuckolde; and 

use a counterfeite key to his privie Chamber doore: And although you take 

out nothing but your owne; yet you put in that which displeaseth him; and 

so forestall his market; and set up your standing where you should not: and 

whereas tree is your Landlord; you would take upon you to be his; and tyll 

the ground that he himself should occupy; which is his own free land。 If it 

be   not   too  free   there's  the  question:    and   though    I  come   not   to  take 

possession (as I would I might) yet I meane to keepe you out; which I will 

if this geare horde: what are ye come so soone? have at ye sir。 

     Enter Mugeroun。 

     He shootes at him and killes him。 

     Enter the Guise 'attended'。 

     GUISE。 Holde thee tall Souldier; take thou this and flye。 

     Exit Souldier。 

     Lye there the Kings delight; and Guises scorne。 Revenge it Henry as 

thou list'st or dar'st; I did it only in despite of thee。 

     Take him away。 

     Enter the King and Epernoune。 

     KING。   My   Lord   of   Guise;   we   understand   that   you   Have   gathered   a 

power of men。 What your intent is yet we cannot learn; But we presume it 

is not for our good。 

     GUISE。   Why   I   am   no   traitor   to   the   crowne   of   France。   What   I   have 

done tis for the Gospel's sake。 

     EPERNOUNE。           Nay   for  the  Popes    sake;   and   shine  owne    benefite。 

What Peere in France but thou (aspiring Guise) Durst be in armes without 

the Kings consent? I challenge thee for treason in the cause。 

     GUISE。      Oh    base   Epernoune;     were    not   his  highnes    heere;    Thou 

shouldst perceive the Duke of Guise is mov'd。 



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     KING。 Be patient Guise and threat not Epernoune; Least thou perceive 

the King of France be mov'd。 

     GUISE。 Why? I am a Prince of the Valoyses line; Therfore an enemy 

to the Burbonites。 I am a juror in the holy league; And therfore hated of 

the Protestants。 What should I doe but stand upon my guarde? And being 

able; Ile keep an hoast in pay。 

     EPERNOUNE。 Thou able to maintaine an hoast in pay; That livest by 

forraine   exhibition?   The   Pope   and   King   of   Spaine   are   thy   good   frends; 

Else all France knowes how poor a Duke thou art。 

     KING。      I;  those   are   they    that   feed   him    with    their   golde;   To 

countermaund our will and check our freends。 

     GUISE。 My Lord; to speak more plainely; thus it is: Being animated 

by Religious zeale; I meane to muster all the power I can; To overthrow 

those factious Puritans: And know; the Pope will sell his triple crowne; I; 

and the catholick Philip King of Spaine; Ere I shall want; will cause his 

Indians; To rip the golden bowels of America。 Navarre that cloakes them 

underneath   his   wings;   Shall   feele   the 
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