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The massacre of Paris a tragedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by their majesties servants / written by Nat. Lee ...
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Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.
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1690
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THE MASSACRE OF PARIS A TRAGEDY As it is Acted at the Theatre Royal BY THEIR MAJESTIES SERVANTS Written by Nat. Lee Gent. LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and M. Magnes at the Post-House in Russel-street in Covent-Garden 1690. PROLOGUE By Mr. Mountfort THis day we shew you the most Bloody rage That ever did Religious Fiends engage A Reconcilement with a Wedding-Feast While Murther was the Treat for every Guest Which well may prove to Ages yet to come The Faith of France the Charity of Rome France by the most detestable Perjury Enslav'd its Subjects who by Laws were free No Sacrament can this Great Hero bind Oaths are weak Shackles for his mighty Mind And worse than Heathens does he persecute His Priests want Sense and Learning to dispute But weak Divines by strong Dragoons confute And who-e're doubts of any Priestly Maggot The Heretick Dog must be convinc'd by Faggot With Rome's Religion and French Government What Slave so abject as to be content Now idle Malecontent what is 't you 'd have Would you be an Idolater or Slave What d' you murmur for because you 're free Aud this bless'd Isle enjoys its Liberty Cross but the Narrow Seas and you will find Slavery and Superstition to your mind Take with you all your Friends that grumble too The Land will happily be rid of You Then all as one with our Great Prince combin'd And his Allies by Sacred Vnion joyn'd Will such false Bloody Tyrants oppose Till none shall dare to own the Name of Foes Personae Dramatis King Charles IX Mr. Mountfort Duke of Guise Mr. Williams Cardinal of Lorrain Mr. Kynaston Duke of Anjou Mr. Pruet Alberto Gondi Mr. Harris Lignoroles Mr. Bowen Admiral of France Mr. Betterton Cavagnes Mr. Freeman Langoiran Mr. Alexander Queen Mother Mrs. Betterton Marguerite Mrs. Barry Queen of Navarre Mrs. Knight Antramont Wife to the Admiral Mrs. Iorden Genius Mr. Bowman SCENE PARIS THE MASSACRE OF PARIS ACT I. SCENE I. The Duke of Guise Cardinal of Lorraine Marguerite Gui. JUST from your Arms by this great Guardian rais'd Call'd to the Council of a wary King On whom depends the Fortune of Lorraine O Marguerite yet to drag at this After such full possession thus to languish If this be not to love thee say what is Cease then the rolling Torrent of thy Tears Which when I strive to climb the Hill of Honour Washes my hold away and drives me down Beneath Man's Scorn into the vale of Ruine Mar. Hear hear him O you Powers because I love him Above my Life beyond all joys on Earth He says I am his Ruine to my Face With a Court Metaphor he Vows he loaths me For all Men hate their Ruine nay 't is true I find your Falshood 't is the trick of great ones Like Beasts of Strength to prey upon the Weakest Gui. I swear Mar. O do not dear Ambitious Guise For Perjury so necessary seems To great Men's Oaths thou must of course be damn'd Yet as I am thus plung'd in this dishonour Like a fall'n Angel roll'd through all my Hells I cannot hate thee Guise but sighing far Far from the shining Clime where I was born I beg those cruel Fates that hurl'd me down To pity thee and keep thee from my ruine For I 'm so curs'd that I do not wish my Foe Much less the Man I love above the World Gui. As I love thee and O be Witnesses My Brain and Soul there 's not an Artery That runs through all the Body of thy Guise But beats where e're it pass Marguerite Yet this is nothing haste away my Lord Go tell the King and Council I am sick For I 'le to Bed again or on a Couch Sit gazing in her beauteous Eyes all day And let the business of a grave World pass Mar. No more my Lord you shall you shall to Council I see 't is necessary but I find My Soul presages Mischief if not Murder For if you should prove false Crowns Kingdoms Empires Worlds should not save poor Marguerite from the Grave Ah Guise ah venerable Lorrain view me Behold me on the Earth I swear I love As never Woman lov'd I 'm all a Brand With or without you I am ne're at rest Farewel this Fever of my furious passion Burns me to Madness yet I say farewel Gui. Farewel Yet why farewel when e're the Evening I shall again rush to eternal Sweets This bosom of the Spring Marguerite going out Mar. returning What no endearments at so sad a parting Alas perhaps I ne're shall see you more You bow'd you kiss'd but did not press my hand You shou'd like me have stagger'd when you left me And eat your Marguerite with your hungry Eyes But you are cold and pall'd a lukewarm Lover Must to the business of the cursed State Which will not let you think of dying Marguerite Who to her last gasp will remember you But see I rave again my Fits return Yet pity me for oh I burn I burn Exit Car. I think I never heard so fierce a Passion She 's all Convulsion and she gazes on you As you would do on him that kill'd your Father What have you done my Lord to make her thus Gui. Causes are endless for a Woman 's loving Perhaps she has seen me break a Lance on Horse-back Or as my Custom is all over Arm'd Plunge in the Seine or Loire and where 't is swiftest Plow too my point against the headlong Stream T is certain were my Soul of that soft make Which some believe she has Charms my Heav'nly Uncle Beyond the Art and Wit of Cleopatra Such was not she stretch'd in her Golden Barge As Marguerite was last Night in Bed Who as she mourn'd at my unkind delay Hung all the Chambers round with Black her Bed Her Coverings nay her Sarsnet Sheets were Black Car. Fy fy my Lord. Gui. And for the Weathers heat Were roll'd beneath the beauties of her Breasts Which with a White more pure than new-fall'n Snow Would sure have tempted Hermits from their Orgies To nod and smile a little at the wonder Car. Come come my Lord you anger me indeed Not for the Sin that 's as the Conscience makes it I had rather you should Whore a thousand Women Than love but one thô in a lawful way Shew me through all Memorials of Great Men Except the Partner of the Roman Empire Drooping Antonius and the fam'd Decemvir One that e're bow'd before this little Idol Gui. First know your Man before your Application I love 't is true but most for my Ambition Therefore I thought to marry Marguerite But oh that Cassiopeia in the Chair The Regent Mother and that Dog Anjou Cross Constellations blast my Plots e're born The King too frowns upon me for last night Hearing a Ball was promis'd by the Queen I came to help the Show when at the Door The King who stood himself the Centry stopt me And ask'd me what I came for I reply'd To serve his