change he made Take then the prospect of a Summers Morn The gaudy Heav'n all streak'd with dappled Fires And sleck'd with Blushes like a rising Bride With sweets so pour'd from such a lavish Spring That it must begger all the years to come From this bright view from Marguerite's form Now turn thy Eye upon the yellow Autumn On Porcien's Wife the Widow of the Seasons Car. You speak methinks as if you lov'd the Princess Gui. How e're I bragg'd before I do confess it Spite of my Glory spite of my Ambition And all the vow'd resolves of my Revenge Had she not poorly yielded to the Marriage I would have turn'd my Widow to the Common But I am satisfy'd 't is now the talk Of the whole Court how she in secret likes it Hears too no doubt of my design on Cleve Yet Curses on that changeable Staff her Soul Regards it not But see she comes a Tempest Enter Marguerite Ruffles her Face the Mother taught this cunning And she has catch'd the Plague of that Dissembler So right methinks I see the tokens on her Mar. Look in my Face Gui. I do Mar. Nay in my Eyes Gui. I view 'em as I would the setting Sun Were I to dye at Midnight Mar. Come you dare not Gui. What dare not dye Mar. Thou dar'st not one nor t'other At least thou shouldst not for thou art so wicked So gone in Sin Damnation must attend thee Gui. Why then the Devil is sure of one great Man Mar. Of one of all at Court he 's no Retailer But deals in Gross and takes you by the Lump In Country-Fields he 's forc'd to sit all day With patience angling down the guiltless Stream Yet rarely catches one for all his labour But when he comes to Court the Sea of Pleasures He throws his Drag-Net in from side to side Where none of all the Fry escape Perdition There may you see Whales plunging in the Meash Disgorging streams like Drunkards on the ground The Sword-Fish like the Souldier fast in hold The floundring Priests like Sharks that gape for prey Fat Porcpise Bauds the Mermaids too of Honour The Minim Pages all the twinkling Host So fill'd the Snare of Hell must crack to hold you Gui. No there 's another Cause for this fine Satyr Too well digested for a sudden thought An Argument at home there in your heart Tho' you have learnt discretion thus to turn it Mar. O Heav'ns what means he Gui. D' ye seem amaz'd I say again however you upbraid me You bear the Guilt who bring the Accusation Yes Marguerite thou hast plaid me foul Nay do not start nor gaze nor make false steps Come Princess these are tricks too stale for Guise Shew 'em your little Creatures bid your Mother Fetch something quainter from the Schools of Florence Where she has learnt the Art of Honest-dealing Mar. O all ye Pow'rs of Heav'n of Earth and Hell Where would he whither and when will he end Gui. Madam I 've done already but left you should Forget coherence through your world of Passion I tell you you are false your Vows your Tears Your Languishings your very height of Pleasures Your grasping Joys are false for even then When you cry out There can be nothing farther By all your perjuries you wish 'em more Mar. Furies and Devils shall he bear it thus What with his Lip his Eye his every Scorn Walk thus before me and defy me thus Ah Guise disloyal faithless perjur'd wretch Thou art more damn'd than any Fiend in Hell Imposture Gui. Woman Mar. Traytor Gui. Woman Mar. Villain Gui. Woman still Mar. Hark Guise hear Monster hear and mark me While to thy Conscious Soul I sound the Name Of Porcien Gui. Of Navarre Mar. Porcien I swear Gui. Navarre Navarre Mar. Thou ly'st thou ly'st Porcien the Widow Porcien O I could cut my face what for a Widow Leave me for Porcien O thou dull dull Guise Wilt thou sit down to the refuse of Meals A Widow what the Monument of Man The Tomb Grave-Vault the very Damp of Nature For this I hate thee more than e're I lov'd thee And from my presence banish thee for ever Gui. No I will banish this detested Guise My self you shall not buy him to your presence For know I hate more perfectly than you Yours is a gust a puff of Woman's Fury But mine a manly constant setled hate Which ever since you made your better choice Of young Navarre took root within my heart Mar. 'T is false 't is false a Treason fetch'd from Hell But where speak out where was this Lye invented Gui. Thus then in short and so farewell for ever The King and Queen with all particulars Avow'd it to me and in general The Court You may perceive the Choice I made of Cleve was more to be reveng'd Than want of Constancy but your's was weigh'd Navarre has youth and may be King of France Tickling Variety for Love and Glory For the false appetite of Luxurious Woman Woman damn'd Woman but I waste breath to name her My Lord Lorrain I charge you by your Friendship Give me the Contract Mar. Hold my Lord. For what Gui. That I may tear it to as many pieces As she has done her Vows What faith in Women The very fragments of the whole Creation Whose sever'd Souls like many parted Mirrors Reflect the face of all Mankind at once Who with their weeping Smiles and laughing Tears Were they allow'd a Heav'n as sure they are not Would tempt the Angels to a second Fall But I grow wild give me the Contract Sir Nay Madam off I swear you must unhand me Mar. I will not O my heart Ah Guise Guise Guise You have got the Conquest and you shall maintain it Tho' at th' expence of Marguerite's death 'T is true my Mother mention'd such a Marriage But If I did not loath it scorn detest it O if this be not true as thou art false Forgive me for I meant to say unkind Banish poor Marguerite from those Eyes That feed her life let me no more approach you But take O take this Ponyard from my hand And stick it in my heart that heart that loves you That when 't is injur'd dares not stand before you But owns you for the Tyrant of my days Gui. No Marguerite no You 've found the way to temper me indeed Nay turn it upon me who am a Traytor Because I dar'd to counterfeit a Falshood Against such perfect Love to seem t' affect The hated Porcien Mar. Did you then dissemble Did you not love her in your Heart indeed Gui. I swear by Heav'n Mar. O let me then embrace you Yet closer O that I could get within you Gui. My Life Mar. My Soul Gui. My Heart Car. My Lord the Duke of Anjou moves this way Guise Farewel And till I hear that thou art Marry'd The Heart of Guise is riveted to thine Which all the Hammers in thy Mother's Brain Shall never loose Mar. They may compel
Majesty He sharp and short Retorted thus He did not need my Service Car. 'T is plain you must resolve my Lord to quit her For I am charg'd to tell you she 's design'd To be the Wife of Henry OF Navarre 'T is the main Beam in all that Mighty Engin Which now begins to move so dreadfully Against the Heads of the Rebellious Faction Gui. I have it and methinks it looks like D'Alva I see the very motion of his Beard His opening Nostrils and his dropping Lids I hear him Croak too to the King and Queen In Biscays Bay at Bayonne Fish for the Great fish take no care for Frogs Cut off the Poppy-heads lay the Winds fast And streight the Waves the People will be still Car. Then you will leave her Gui. Hurl her to the Sea The Air the Earth or Elemental fire So I may see Chastilion in the Net Oh that Whale-Admiral might I but view him After his thousand Fetches Plots and Plunges Struck on those Scouring Shallows which await him Furies and Hell and I stand by to gall him Were Marguerite all one World of Pleasure I 'de sell her and my Soul for such Revenge Car. Speak lower Gui. What upon my Father's Death O glorious Guise be calm upon thy Murder No I will hollow my Revenge so loud That his great Ghost shall hear me up to Heav'n In height of Honours oh to fall so basely When Orleance was blockt up and Conquest Crown'd thee By damn'd Poltrot so villainously slain Poltrot by Beza and this curs'd Admiral Set on with hopes of Infinite Rewards Here and hereafter so to blast thy Glory O I could pull my bursting Eye-balls forth But that they may one day prove Basilisks To that detested Head of all these Brolls Then Tortures Racks and Death shall close thy wound Kill him in Riots Pride and Lust of Pleasures That I may add Damnation to the rest And foil his Soul and Body both together Car. Behold your Brother and the Duke Delbeuf Mercour too comes this outrage will undo us Gui. No not at all for 't is in general terms O my good Lords what if the Admiral Stood here before you should he scope our Justice I see by each man's laying of his hand Upon his Sword you vow the like Revenge For me I wish that both mine may rot off Car. No more away my Lords the King calls for you Gui. I go That Vermin may devour my limbs That I may dy like the late puling King Under the Barber's hands Imposthumes choak me If while alive I cease to chew his ruin To hang him in Effigie nay to tread Drag stamp and grind him after he is dead Exeunt SCENE II. The Cabinet Council Table with Lights on it A Chamber beyond it Queen Mother Anjou asleep Q. M. O my Anjou the Wheels of this New Ruin Go wrong for want of one that knows to drive He sits too light upon the whirling Throne And totters with the dismal prospect down Young Charles a smart suspicious doubtful Boy But Charles you must be rul'd in this dark Road Or with the Lightning of my Fatal Power Which never cracks nor claps I 'le melt thee down For ever lost amongst the Mass of Things That thou the Darling of my doating Soul The Price of my Eternal thought may'st mount Like Nero tho' at Agrippina's Ruin But see the King with the new Count of Rhetz Let us withdraw it may be worth our hearing Enter King with Alberto Gondi King Alberto Gondi Alb. Sir King I think thou lov'st me Alb. More than my life King That 's much yet I believe thee My Mother has the Judgment of the World And all things move by that but my Alberto She has cruel Wit and let me tell thee Thus to destroy the Souldiers of the Kingdom Famous as ever fought for Rome or Greece Under a shadow of a thousand Oaths 'T is Barbarous Alberto is it not And seems to me unworthy of a King Alb. The Provocation Sir King I know it well But it thou d'st have my heart within thy hand I swear Conspiracies of that foul Nature For ever blot the Memory of Kings What Honours Interest with the World to buy him Shall make a brave Man smile and do a Murder Therefore I hate the Treachery of Brutus I mean the latter so cry'd up in Story Whom none but Cowards and White-Liver'd-Knaves Would dare commend lagging behind his Fellows His Dagger in his Stab'd his Father This is a Blot the Ciceronian Stile Could ne're wipe off tho' the Man Mistaken in his Love for Brutus scorn'd him Makes bold to call those Traytors Men Divine Alb. Tully was Wise but wanted Constancy King He did Alberto Heark but one thing more For much I love thee and would fain unburden My Soul of half her Cares on such a Man So good Alb. My ever Dear and Honour'd Master King No more of that I 'le tell thee then last night As I lay tossing in a Feverish Dream I call'd for Drink when streight my Mother brought it But as she reach'd it to my trembling Lips Methought her Eyes roll'd gastly upon me A Palsey shook her hand yet I resolv'd Took off the Draught when streight a fainting seiz'd me My Eyes wept Blood my Ears my Nose and Mouth Pour'd forth whole Streams and all my Sweat was Blood My Hair and Nails dropt off as Autumn Leaves When Tempests rise fall from the wither'd Trees But oh the Fancy seems so much unnatural I 'll think no more on 't yet I thought to tell thee Because she is a Woman whom no Art Nor Wisdom of the World can ever fathom Alb. O my Gracious Lord Judge not the Queen by Dreams and vain Chimaera's Remember Sir how often in your Nonage She manag'd with her Wit the weight of Empire Contending with th' Effects of blind Religion The Contumacy of Rebellious Subjects The deep dissimulation of the Court The want of Treasure bassling with her Prudence The utmost strength Ambition rais'd to gain her King O Count of Rhetz thou lead'st me through the Garden Of every Grace but darest not point her Weeds Is she not of a most deceitful Soul Perfidious even to violating Vows Is she not greedy too of Human Blood A Wit wasteful in destroying Lives That she will turn a City to a Wild Qu. M. Good Morrow Sir 'T is just the time you order'd I think the second Watch and we are met To wait on your Decrees King O Mother Mother You have imbark'd me in a Sea of Blood And sure so damnable an Enterprise Was never form'd by Man Qu. M. If Sir you fear it Why give it o're and let the Admiral Reign Call in the Hugonots and drive your Friends Banish your Blood and the Establish'd Peers Forget the long Succession of your Fathers The Throne of Kings forget the Laws Religion Cut off the Noble Spirits from your Council And from the Dregs of this Heretical Faction Compose a Bastard Cabinet-Election Let
King of France Adm. reads MAdam as you demanded you have power o're all the County suddenly of Armagnac Tell the great Admiral I seek his Friendship Ask of Lorrain the rest who knows my heart Perhaps my Friends it may be thus indeed That quite tir'd out with infinite Distractions He may at last resolve to Rule alone Come from his Page-ship and put off the Mother Not lose his Youth the pleasure of his Bloom Among grey Senators and withering Councils If it were so but hold there 's something here Forbids that thought it rises like a Vapor A strange misgiving such as Women swoon at And Men themselves may fear But see the Queen Enter the Queen of Navarre Prince of Navarre and Prince of Conde Q. Navarr I come Sir to forestall the Cardinal Who from the King offers these terms of Peace He adds to what Count Lodowick brought before His Mothers Policy shall sway no longer That He 'll submit his Genius to your conduct Confirms your being Captain General In that most glorius Enterprize on Spain Allows you fifty for your Person 's Guard Therefore for sealing this Eternal Bond And for the former weighty Consultations He begs you instantly to come to Court Adm. What has your Majesty resolv'd to do Q. M. To go with both the Princes streight to Paris And see the Nuptials of my young Navarre I know not what your Lordship does intend But I have sent already to the King My Answer by Byron and will attend him Adm. Then 't is too late to think of going back You have lanch'd me now indeed and I must plunge In this Abiss tho' it be deep as Hell No Madam spite of all the Augurs here Since you are thus resolv'd I 'le go to the foremost 'T was for your sake and in the Prince's cause For Liberty of Conscience and Religion That I thus long did propagate the War And shall I now not follow where you lead me Lan. Why should you if it goes against your mind Adm. Peace peace Langoiran since the Main's produc'd I mean the Resolution of the Queen My Fate cries out we must we must away Therefore my Friend go gather my Dependants Bid 'em prepare for Paris Tell my Wife My dearest Martia we must bid farewell Tell her I 'm forc'd to swim against the Stream Say that her Cato's bound for Vtica From whence perhaps he never shall return Enter Cardinal of Lorrain Car. Conquest prosperity and smooth success Be ever strow'd before our General 's feet Thus Sir the King salutes you with Commission To turn the Torrent of your Arms on Spain Adm. My Lord I glory in the great Employ I hear beside the King will rule alone For Sir what e're the Wit of Women be From War and Councils let 'em be remov'd I say again with my old bluntness Sir To have a Female finger in the State Is blasting to the Prince's Memory Let him but be sincere and leave the Mother Old as I am I will put on my Arms And with this hand not wither'd yet in War Bear to th' Escurial his Imperial Standard Car. My Lord for the sincerity of the King That he intends his Dear and Great Chastillon The very words that did express his love All Honours Titles Greatness all Advancement Nay to the curbing of his Mother's Will For the performance of each Article Without a pious catch or trick of State Without the smallest Mental Reservation Equivocation or the least Reserve In the King's Name as I am Priest profess'd As I am sent from Heav'n to teach Salvation I pawn the truth of my immortal Soul Adm. He then to whom our hearts are free and open Be judge betwixt his Majesty and me Car. O Sir O Madam oh you make me weep Viewing by this the frailty of the World For if the Mind of Man be so suspicious On such clear Demonstration of Affection How can you e're believe the Love Divine Q. M. My Lord you may return with our obedience And tell the King the Admiral the Princes My self and all his humble faithful Subjects Will haste to throw our Bodies at his feet Adm. My Lord farewell I must not doubt your Oaths But with implicite Faith believe the King At whose Tribunal I must shortly kneel For Pardon and Forgiveness Admiral returns with Cavagnes Adm. Hark my Cavagnes write to count Lodowic The Seirs de Genlis and La-Nove to haste And suddenly to make surprise of Mons. Cav My Lord Adm. Nay write I say I 'le have it done On my Parisian entrance I 'm resolv'd To see into the heart of this young Charles And force him thus upon a War with Spain For tho' this Cardinal Swear and damn his Soul As deep as Heaven's high yet if his bowels Be like the rest of that Blood-colour'd Robe And laughs at Ghosts where 's then the Admiral Caught by this perjur'd jugling man of God! What for the Cabinet Murderers to play with To toss Chastillon's Fate from one to t'other And grin my Life and Honour from the World But now for Paris Call Colombier The Count la Rochfoucalt Marquis de Renel Piles Pluviah Pardillan and Lavardine Bandine and all my Gallants of the War For Paris bid 'em haste Enter Antramont with Langoiran Ant. Stay stay My Lord I charge you stay for Martia does Arrest you And saies you shall not go to Vtica Martia resolves to hinder this Self-Murder Adm. Self-Murder Martia Ant. Yes you turn the Sword Upon your self which Charles and that false Queen Brandish against you going thus to Court Against your will for so you sent me word Is not this running it in your own Bowels Is it not Cato but you shall not leave me You 're now Betroth'd and in this sad Condition Thus fraught with your clear Image like a Bark Too Richly laden with an over Ballast Leave me not Gaspar to a stood of Tears A Sea of Passion and a Storm of Sorrow Adm. Beg me not Martia 't is impossible To stay me now my Honour is engag'd My Word is past Ant. Yet stay Sir stay so long So long at least as may preserve your Likeness For if I yield you now to those Court-Murderers My boding Fears will blast it e're 't is Born For sure as Caesar's Butchery was perform'd At Rome your Murder is contriv'd at Paris Calphurnia's bloody Dream and Scent of Slaughter Are nothing Sir to my Prophetick Spirit Which not by Visions Fantoms of the Night But by day Arguments and certain Reason Will give such Evidence for your undoing As you your self being Judge shall say are true Adm. O Antramont away why dost thou thus Unman me with thy Tears Tho' certain Death With all the Dagger'd Council stood to wait me Ev'n in my view I swear I would among ' em Ant. Then you are caught indeed they hate you Sir Your Wife with this poor Innocent unborn With all your other Orphans are undone The Glory of the Earth is laid along I see
of Guise must first be torn And then presented her Gui. Excuse me Sir King If Prayers or threats can bend her Sir you shall not But if those fail my Lord without more words I charge you for your Honour and my own To act as I command or by my blood Nor you nor I shall ever see her more Gui. That 's a home thrust indeed Sir I obey And wait your farther order King My Lord Lorrain Attend the Duke while I examine Marguerite Wait till I stamp and when thy trouble 's over Make to the Admiral and I will follow Enter Alberto with Marguerite How Marguerite weeping all in tears Sure then the Count of Rhets mistook the Message I sent to give thee Joy to tell my Sister She must be marry'd Mar. And I come my Lord To shew my heart before your Majesty To beg your favour mercy and your pardon For O my Lord I cannot if I would Be marry'd to Navarre King You cannot Rise And tell me why I 'le hear you out with patience Mar. Ah Sir how shall I speak your Sister's Frailty How shall I but thus drown'd with tears and blushes Confess the fault of Duty I am marry'd Betroth'd my Lord. King To whom Mar. Alas you 're angry But I must own the truth tho' on your brow A thousand deaths sat menacing my Soul Yes Sir I 'm marry'd to the Duke of Guise King Not marry'd Marguerite but contracted And so far I 'le forgive thy heedless Youth But on condition that without more noise Thou raze the haughty Guise from thy remembrance Or by the violation of our Name I will not spare to drain thy tainted blood Till I have mounted thee by death a Victim To the great memory of the wrong'd Valois Mar. Call then my Lord call forth your fierce Tormentors Propose to Marguerite flames and wounds And all the cruel Arts of thoughtful Fury See your poor Sister's Spirit parch'd away By lingring fires to make my death more dreadful Yet Sir with my last breath I must avow My Love to Guise and hatred to Navarre King No I have thought on 't better I 'll proclaim thee A Prostitute thou shalt no more be Royal Poor and abandon'd with thy shame upon thee I 'll turn thee forth a Beggar to the World Mar. Do do my Lord rather than wed Navarre And make it death for any to relieve me Set the mad multitude like Dogs upon me To tear to worry me like common flesh To drag me to a Ditch and leave me gasping Yet with my last sighs I will groan to Heav'n 'T is easier this than to be false to Guise King But Marguerite was there ever Love Without brave Revenge on Provocation Yet Wretch thou lov'st without being lov'd again Since in my presence Guise now past his word To leave thee and to wed the Widow Porcien Mar. No no my Lord that Art was us'd before Yet Sir you make me tremble for methinks There 's something more resolv'd more stern in you Than in my Mother yet my heart 's confirm'd Not to believe ev'n you O therefore cease Or rather execute your former rage And give me up to those Tormentors hands That wait your Call King But if I bring the Duke Before thy face that Contract in his hand Which past betwixt you and he tears it here Openly in the presence of us all Wilt thou then quit him with resolv'd revenge And wed Navarre Mar. Why should you ask me Sir Prove me but half as much but half that falshood That Impudence that Treason to the Throne Of our crown'd Loves and I will wed a Slave There 's not a thing so loath'd upon the Earth But you shall bind me to it for my life To Age Deformity to all that 's hateful Blasting and deadly Ha! what 's this he tears The Contract O it is the cursed Contract Then I 'll tear too Death Furies Hell and Devils But call him Sir call back the perjur'd Traytor Let your Guards hold him you shall see my Lord How well I hate him Give me but a Dagger And I will gore his heart with thousand wounds Nay if 't were possible I 'de stab his Soul Fill it so full brimful of Womans Gall That tho' he were an Angel it should damn him But he 's a Devil Devil Devil Devil King Give me your hand you shall along with me To a young King that will be proud to serve you Mar. O Sir I know not what to say or do But fling this load of misery at your feet You have my promise but with all my blood I would retrieve it for since Guise is false Whom I believ'd the worthiest of the World Since he has prov'd himself so damn'd a Villain O give me leave Sir give me leave to shun To hate to loath to curse all Humane Kind King I 'le have no more delay I claim your Promise Come then or by my Crown I 'le have thee drag'd What hoa without there Enter Attendants Mar. Mother pity me Have patience Sir a little time my Lord To vent these bursting sighs and I will go Let me but dry my Eyes and I will go This remnant of a wretched Royal woman This stain to all your Blood O cruel Heav'n This curs'd forlorn unhappy Bride shall go Thus to the Altar where my Fate 's decreed But like a Victim that is doom to bleed Exeunt SCENE II. Admiral Antramont Cavagnes Langoiran Ant. Poison'd the Royal dead Navarre was poison'd 'T is the first Thunder-clap of that vast Storm That seems already breaking o're your head Why are you senseless then and deaf to warning When wherefoe're you cast your Eyes the storm Looks blacker yet Why stays the Duke of Guise Why does he summon all his Blood to Court With Barons Knights that hold the Catholick Party With Foreign Gentry living on his Pensions And therefore ready upon all occasion With hazard of their lives to act his pleasure Adm. Peace Antramont Ant. Alas my Lord I cannot Why should the Visdam Chartres Count Mongomery Resolve to lodge themselves beyond the Sein Unless their minds presage some dreadful mischief 'T is coming O with deeper Policies The King and Queen delude your easie Soul With fatal Praises and undoing Honours O they have caught you my Prophetick Soul Sees the red Tempest thunder down in blood In blood of you of me of all about you Adm. O Antramont you foil me now indeed Yet I shall answer if your Passion please First for the Queen I saw her Body open'd The parts whereof were sound untouch'd by Poison And by our own Physicians 't was concluded She dy'd a natural Death Then for the Guises Some little satisfaction must be given As to permit their Presence at the Marriage But for the management of State-affairs Or Favour from the King they 're lost for ever Nor shall it keep my dauntless Powers awake Tho' Chartres and Mongomery will not come But to forbear the Subject leave me here
ne're so foul should not be lopt Without the utmost last Necessity Because the Body feels too great defect Sharp Pains and almost irrecoverable Weakness And will you now cut the great Arteries The Princes of the Blood Most horrid thought Q. M. Compose your self Navarre and Conde live Come come you must put off this Melancholy 'T will breed Suspicion Sir let me intreat you To go upon the Instant streight to Tennis While Morvele does his business King O my heart If you would have me fixt you must not leave me You must talk out to my distracted Soul Left Conscience drown the Voice of Policy Exeunt all but Car. Car. This 't is to have a Conscience Here comes one Enter Guise Sear'd as my self of my own Family Is he dispatch'd Gui. Not yet but Morvele waits him His Fuzee cock'd and planted at the Window All all is fitted Car. What your Marguerite Said she was sick and would not bed the Prince Last night Gui. I know not that but here I stay To take her as she passes to the Gardens How fares the King Car. A little bound in Conscience He pukes at Dreams and as I hear of late Spits Blood Gui. A Fit a fit my Lord o' th' Mother I told you so But see the furious Princess Away I 'le clap my Prow upon the Storm And if a Wrack must follow let it come Enter Marguerite Mar. Ha! Villain Traytor Devil Hence be gone Or I must get into my Grave to hide me I 've sworn I 've sworn to fly thee like a Fury And I am Damn'd if e're I see thee more Gui. I will obey you And indeed the Fates Of these sad Souls that must to day be dol'd Require my haste I beg you but to hear me Grant me but this By Hell and Hell's worst Horrors And all the Murders of this bloody day You ne're shall see me more Mar. What can'st thou say For see I know not how thou 'st charm'd my rage Gui. Know then the lives of every Hugonot This moment now are sentenc'd to the Grave A Massacre of all Mar. A Massacre Gui. Madam I 've done But hark a Gun went off My leaping heart cries out It is the Admiral The Marriage of Navarre was for this end Design'd to bring the Princes to the Court And on so great an Enterprise the King Compell'd me to the tearing of the Contract Or threatned the destruction of my House And which was worse your death before my eyes What hoa Morvele He pass'd the Anti-chamber Enter Morvele Permit me to consult him Ha! speak out Say is the Admiral Morv Not dead my Lord. I think I saw some of his Fingers fly And part of his left Arm I 'm sure I hit him Gui. Here take this Key fly to my Closet haste Thou art pursu'd Farewell Mor. I 'm gone my Lord. Exit Gui. 'T was in this manner just my noble Father Was palted from the Fame of all the World By such another Villain and my Soul Leaps with Revenge that this proud Admiral Should like an Eagle in his utmost slight Be topled from the Clouds of all his Glory Madam farewel I hope you will excuse What I enforc'd did act I love you still And on this sad affair in which perhaps Your Guise may perish It would warm my heart To hear you do not hate me Marg. Death and Horrour Infamy Vengeance Murder Massacre Gui. Now by the life and heart of our design 'T is well dissembled stood thy Lord in view I thus wou'd charge thee bear thee in my arms From the proud hurry of a clashing World To Mahomet's Paradise to Beds of Pleasure Where we shall spin the silken Joys for ever Without a break lengthening the twinkling moment To an Eternity of deathless Pleasure Marg. Touch me not for thy life thou Traytor Murderer Ravisher Oh thou titled Villany In Purple dipt to give a gloss to mischief Follow the bloody bark of thy Ambition And never see me more Gui. It cannot be Unless you chain me drag me in Sunless Caves You are my Earthly goodness all my hope Of Comfort here nor wish I more hereafter Marg. Hold hold Prophaner thou hast dishonour'd me But this is little to the Crimes that follow Thou hast betray'd me after all my Vows To marry one I hate for thy Ambition Mak'st me the Cause of this most horrid Vengeance At which the Earth shall sicken Saints be sad And none but Furies like your self Gui. Did not your Mother form the whole design Marg. Whoever form'd or helpt in such contriving Hell and Damnation waste 'em but for thee Sear'd as thou art with Cruelty Revenge I pity thee O Guise because I lov'd thee And beg thee view those Fiends that gape to seize thee Allow at least a possibility An unknown Country after you are dead As well as there was one e're you were born Gui. Admit me then once more to share your Breast To taste those Secrets from those lovely Lips And I in time may be a Proselyte Marg. Here look your last for from the time I leave you Ne're hope to see lost Marguerite more Gui. I am a Rebel and have sworn to see you By all our former Dearness and I will By Heav'n I will in spite of your resolve I 'le gaze upon you till these Crystals run Marg. You have broke my heart a thousand several ways And now against my will this parting melts me Gui. Speak not of parting by those Eyes I beg Nor melting hearts The blood runs down from mine Marg. For all the wrongs you have done me my Dishonor For all your delays your slights your thousand Oaths Your most considerate Pride in falling out That I might court you to be Friends again Gui. Stop yet and Oh eternal Love shall crowu thee Marg. For all my Midnight groans Gui. Hold Marguerite Marg. My Tears my Watchings The bleeding tokens of the fondest Love Gui. Take this and strike it to my heart Offers a Dagger But speak your griefs no more Marg. By all I 've said I beg you Sir to spare my Husband's life Gui. What Marguerite ha Navarre agen This was too much Marg. Save him if possible And so farewel thou Ruine of my Glory Farewel thou strong Seducer of my Youth Yet I will Eye thee hungerly at last Nay take this sigh too that thus splits my heart My Husband's life In all that I implore To save Navarre and never see me more Exit Marg. Gui. She 's gone for ever gone why let her go Henceforth pronounce all Woman-kind thy Foe Or if thy feeble Soul to Love return Do not like Anthony for life time burn But as a Lion eager of his prey Compell'd by thirst turns from his purpos'd way And in some silver Fountain slacks his rage Then runs more fiercely on his Foes t' ingage So having quench'd thy fires with Beauties Charms Forget the Pleasures and rush to Arms. Exit Enter King Q. Mother Anjou Lorrain Alb. Gondi King Command