Enter [Henry] the King of France, Duke of Guise, Epernoune, and Duke Joyeux. The Protestants will glory and insulte, Wicked Navarre will get the crowne of France, The Popedome cannot stand, all goes to wrack, And all for thee my Guise: what may I doe? Read Now ... DAISY books from Bookshare are DAISY 3.0 text files that work with just about every type of access technology that reads text. Pleshe, goe muster up our men with speed, And let them march away to France amaine: For we must aide the King against the Guise. Pray God thou be a King now this is done. Now Madame, how like you our lusty Admirall? RAMUS. O wicked sexe, perjured and unjust, Now doe I see that from the very first, Her eyes and lookes sow'd seeds of perjury, But villaine he to whom these lines should goe, Shall buy her love even with his dearest bloud. 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. My Lord Cardinall of Loraine, tell me, How likes your grace my sonnes pleasantnes? I my good Lord, and will dye therein. Spaine is the counsell chamber of the pope, Spaine is the place where he makes peace and warre, And Guise for Spaine hath now incenst the King, To send his power to meet us in the field. Mountsorrett from the Duke of Guise. O say not so, thou kill'st thy mothers heart. So, Now sues the King for favour to the Guise, And all his Minions stoup when I commaund: Why this tis to have an army in the fielde. EPERNOUNE. Pleaseth your grace to let the Surgeon search your wound. Enter Charles the French King, [Catherine] the Queen Mother, the King of Navarre, the Prince of Conde, the Lord high Admiral, and [Margaret] the Queen of Navarre, with others. GUISE. The wound I warrant you is deepe my Lord, Search Surgeon and resolve me what thou seest. If you have any question about this novel, Please don't hesitate to contact us or translate team. The only surviving text is an undated quarto that is too short to represent the complete original play, and, in all probability, it is a memorial reconstruction by the actors who performed the work. C hristopher Marlowe's last play, an account of the 1572 St Bartholomew's Day massacre and its aftermath, is a "bad" text… The Massacre at Paris2014-03-143.0Reviewer's Ratinghis year is the 450 years since the birth of Christopher Marlowe and the Rose Bankside is the playhouse with which he is most closely associated. Search the world's most comprehensive index of full-text books. O my Lord, I am one of them that is set to murder you. The Guise comes to the King. 10 0 obj
O no, his soule is fled from out his breast, And he nor heares, nor sees us what we doe: My Lords, what resteth now for to be done? GUISE. Navarre Truth Pleshe, and God so prosper me in all, As I entend to labour for the truth, And true profession of his holy word: Come Pleshe, lets away while time doth serve. CARDINALL. KING. Oh curse him not since he is dead. Remember you the letter gentle sir, Which your wife writ to my deare Minion, And her chosen freend? The Massacre at Paris is an Elizabethan play by the English dramatist Christopher Marlowe. Oh base Epernoune, were not his highnes heere, Thou shouldst perceive the Duke of Guise is mov'd. QUEENE MOTHER. But trust him not my Lord, For had your highnesse seene with what a pompe He entred Paris, and how the Citizens With gifts and shewes did entertaine him And promised to be at his commaund: Nay, they fear'd not to speak in the streetes, That Guise ch, durst stand in armes against the King, For not effecting of his holines will. CHARLES. And then shall Mounser weare the diadem. But thats prevented, for to end his life, And all those traitors to the Church of Rome, That durst attempt to murder noble Guise. As it was played by the right honorable the Lord high Admiral his Servants. Am I growne olde, or is thy lust growne yong, Or hath my love been so obscurde in thee, That others need to comment on my text? LORD. 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. Pardon thee, why what hast thou done? No villain, no that toung of thine, That hath blasphemde the holy Church of Rome, Shall drive no plaintes into the Guises eares, To make the justice of my heart relent: Tue, tue, tue, let none escape: Enter [Charles] the King of France, Navar and Epernoune staying him: enter Queene Mother, and the Cardinall [of Loraine, and Pleshe]. My Lord, I am advertised from France, That the Guise hath taken armes against the King, And that Paris is revolted from his grace. KING. KING. KING. endobj
Abraham began burying the bodies in the morning and didn't stop until nightfall. Nay for the Popes sake, and shine owne benefite. Come Lords, take up the body of the King, That we may see it honourably interde: And then I vow so to revenge his death, That Rome and all those popish Prelates there, Shall curse the time that ere Navarre was King, And rulde in France by Henries fatall death. GUISE. The Massacre At Paris: With The Death Of The Duke Of Guise. Oh twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and the fish our selves when we eate them. KING. KING. endobj
No, let the villaine dye, and feele in hell, Just torments for his trechery. QUEENE MOTHER. QUEENE MOTHER. Is all my love forgot which helde thee deare? Tell her for all this that I hope to live, Which if I doe, the Papall Monarck goes To wrack, an antechristian kingdome falles. Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and enter the King of France, and Navarre, Epernoune, Bartus, Pleshe and Souldiers. They march out with the body of the King, lying on foure mens shoulders with a dead march, drawingg weapons on the ground. <>/Font<>/ProcSet[/PDF/Text/ImageB/ImageC/ImageI] >>/MediaBox[ 0 0 612 792] /Contents 16 0 R/Group<>/Tabs/S/StructParents 1>>
I may be stabd, and live till he be dead, But wherfore beares he me such deadly hate? O my Lord, let him live a while. And it please your Majestie heere is a Frier of the order of the Jacobins, sent from the President of Paris, that craves accesse unto your grace. O wordes of power to kill a thousand men. I, so they are, but yet what remedy: I have done all I could to stay this broile. QUEENE MOTHER. Unfortunately, the printed play is a greatly abbreviated version of the original script, with perhaps a third or so of Marlowe’s handiwork lost forever, and what … What I have done tis for the Gospel's sake. It supplies a longer version of a speech of the Guise's than appears in the printed text, adding twelve lines of blank verse. Come my Lords, now that the storme is overpass, Let us away with triumph to our tents. All that I have is but my stipend from the King, Which is no sooner receiv'd but it is spent. Then pray to God, and aske forgivenes of the King. A poysoned knife? But yet my Lord the report doth run, That you were one that made this Massacre. BARTUS. Well then, I see you are resolute. Then shall the Catholick faith of Rome, Flourish in France, and none deny the same. Cry out, exclaime, houle till thy throat be hoarce, The Guise is slaine, and I rejoyce therefore: And now will I to armes, come Epernoune: And let her greeve her heart out if she will. DUCHESSE. With Poland therfore must I covenant thus, That if by death of Charles, the diadem Of France be cast on me, then with your leaves I may retire me to my native home. To contradict which, I say Ramus shall dye: How answere you that? And now my Lords after these funerals be done, We will with all the speed we can, provide For Henries coronation from Polonia: Come let us take his body hence. <>
Christ, villaine? Murder the Hugonets, take those pedantes hence. GUISE. DUMAINE. What, will you fyle your handes with Churchmens bloud? Ah Epernoune, is this thy love to me? The Massacre at Paris: With the Death of the Duke of Guise (1593) This Elizabethan drama portrays the events of the Saint Bartholomew's Day Massacre of 1572. 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? My Lords, Fight in the quarrell of this valiant Prince, For he is your lawfull King and my next heire: Valoyses lyne ends in my tragedie. My Lord, I come to bring you newes, that your brother the Cardinall of Loraine by the Kings consent is lately strangled unto death. endobj
And thats because the blockish Sorbonests Attribute as much unto their workes, As to the service of the eternall God. ANJOU. Sweet Epernoune all Rebels under heaven, Shall take example by his punishment, How they beare armes against their soveraigne. They were to blame that said I was displeasde, And you good Cosin to imagine it. KING. The earliest extant edition of The Massacre at Paris is an undated octavo-sized copy which is usually estimated to have been printed in about 1593 or 1594. DUMAINE. The surviving text seems likely to be a reconstruction by actors or playgoers rather than Marlowe's own script, one page of which has apparently survived elsewhere. Then meanes he present treason to our state. I my Lord, the rest have taine their standings in the next roome, therefore good my Lord goe not foorth. All this and more your highnes shall commaund, For Polands crowne and kingly diadem. The Butchered Script. EPERNOUNE. He stabs the King with a knife as he readeth the letter, and then the King getteth the knife and killes him. Tis well advisde Dumain, goe see it done. endobj
Beleeve me Guise he becomes the place so well, That I could long ere this have wisht him there. 8 0 obj
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The Spectacle of Sovereignty: The Abject Multitude in Marlowe’s The Massacre at Paris and Shakespeare’s 1 Henry IV. O good my Lord, let me but speak a word. GUISE. DUCHESSE. But how wilt thou get opportunitye? Husband come down, heer's one would speak with you from the Duke of Guise. What your intent is yet we cannot learn, But we presume it is not for our good. THE MASSACRE AT PARIS: With the Death of the Duke of Guise. EPERNOUNE. MOUNTSORRELL. GUISE. KING. Wert thou the Pope thou mightst not scape from us. GUISE. Format: Verse. GUISE. BARTUS. GUISE. Come Ramus, more golde, or thou shalt have the stabbe. I dye Navarre, come beare me to my Sepulchre. KING. KING. 2. Then there wee'l lye before Lutetia's walles, Girting this strumpet Cittie with our siege, Till surfeiting with our afflicting armes, She cast her hatefull stomack to the earth. Not for my life doe I desire this pause, But in my latter houre to purge my selfe, In that I know the things that I have wrote, Which as I heare one Shekins takes it ill, Because my places being but three, contain all his: I knew the Organon to be confusde, And I reduc'd it into better forme. The Kings alone, it cannot satisfie. My head shall be my counsell, they are false: And Epernoune I will be rulde by thee. your nego argumentum Cannot serve, Sirrah, kill him. What, all alone my love, and writing too: I prethee say to whome thou writes? Marry if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab, For he hath solemnely sworne thy death. Trouble me not, I neare offended him, Nor will I aske forgivenes of the King. Oh no Navarre, thou must be King of France. ANJOU. O the fatall poyson workes within my brest, Tell me Surgeon and flatter not, may I live? Goe place some men upon the bridge, With bowes and cartes to shoot at them they see, And sinke them in the river as they swim. And this for Aristotle will I say, That he that despiseth him, can nere Be good in Logick or Philosophie. To speek with me from such a man as he? A. QUEENE MOTHER. NAVARRE. Are these your secrets that no man must know? The Massacre at Paris is an Elizabethan play by the English dramatist Christopher Marlowe (1593) and a Restoration drama by Nathaniel Lee (1689), the latter chiefly remembered for a song by Henry Purcell. TALEUS. NAVARRE. Surgeon, why saist thou so? the King may live. The Massacre at Paris and the rhetoric of Anglo-French politics in the 1590s Hayley Coble Iowa State University Follow this and additional works at:https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/etd This Thesis is brought to you for free and open access by the Iowa State University Capstones, Theses and Dissertations at Iowa State University Digital Let mean consaits, and baser men feare death, Tut they are pesants, I am Duke of Guise: And princes with their lookes ingender feare. Bartus be gone, commend me to his grace, And tell him ere it be long, Ile visite him. KING. The vertues of our poor Religion, Cannot but march with many graces more: Whose army shall discomfort all your foes, And at the length in Pampelonia crowne, In spite of Spaine and all the popish power, That hordes it from your highnesse wrongfully: Your Majestie her rightfull Lord and Soveraigne. It is enough if that Navarre may be Esteemed faithfull to the King of France: Whose service he may still commaund to death. endobj
RAMUS. And now Navarre whilste that these broiles doe last, My opportunity may serve me fit, To steale from France, and hye me to my home. Did he not cause the King of Spaines huge fleete, To threaten England and to menace me? DUMAINE. Now by the holy sacrament I sweare, As ancient Romanes over their Captive Lords, So will I triumph over this wanton King, And he shall follow my proud Chariots wheeles. And heere protest eternall love to thee, And to the Queene of England especially, Whom God hath blest for hating Popery. Why suffer you that peasant to declaime? Imprint: AT LONDON Printed by E. A. for Edward White, dwelling neere the little North doore of S. Paules Church, at the signe of the Gun. The Massacre at Paris is a play by Christopher Marlowe. The Pope and King of Spaine are thy good frends, Else all France knowes how poor a Duke thou art. Good morrow to my loving Cousin of Guise. He died a death too good, the devill of hell Torture his wicked soule. <>
QUEENE MOTHER. Come let us away and leavy men, Tis warre that must asswage the tyrantes pride. GUISE. Oh this sweet sight is phisick to my soule, Goe fetch his sonne for to beholde his death: Surchargde with guilt of thousand massacres, Mounser of Loraine sinke away to hell, In just remembrance of those bloudy broyles, To which thou didst alure me being alive: And heere in presence of you all I sweare, I nere was King of France untill this houre: This is the traitor that hath spent my golde, In making forraine warres and cruel broiles. O that his heart were leaping in my hand. Come on sirs, what, are you resolutely bent, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? SEROUNS WIFE. Then may it please your Majestie to give me leave, To punish those that doe prophane this holy feast. His next Salon entry was in 1824: Massacre at Chios. My Lords of Poland I must needs confesse, The offer of your Prince Elector's, farre Beyond the reach of my desertes: For Poland is as I have been enformde, A martiall people, worthy such a King, As hath sufficient counsaile in himselfe, To lighten doubts and frustrate subtile foes. Hath he not made me in the Popes defence, To spend the treasure that should strength my land, In civill broiles between Navarre and me? Goe to the Governour of Orleance, And will him in my name to kill the Duke. I like not this, come Epernoune Lets goe seek the Duke and make them freends. Massacre at Paris View larger image. Enter the Duke of Guise, and Queene Mother, and the Cardinall [of Loraine]. That wicked Guise I feare me much will be, The wine of that famous Realme of France: For his aspiring thoughts aime at the crowne, He takes his vantage on Religion, To plant the Pope and popelings in the Realme, And binde it wholy to the Sea of Rome: But if that God doe prosper mine attempts, And send us safely to arrive in France: Wee'l beat him back, and drive him to his death, That basely seekes the wine of his Realme. MASSACRE AT PARIS: With the Death of the Duke of Guise. Health and harty farwell to my Lord Joyeux. Sanctus Jacobus hee was my Saint, pray to him. AT LONDON Printed by E. A. for Edward White, dwelling near the little North door of St. Paul’s Church at … <>
Let Christian princes that shall heare of this, (As all the world shall know our Guise is dead) Rest satisfed with this that heer I sweare, Nere was there King of France so yoakt as I. YONG GUISE. 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? Thanks to you al. NAVARRE. endobj
NAVARRE. How now, Maugiron; met'st thou not the Guise at the door? MAUGIRON. And such a King whom practice long hath taught, To please himselfe with mannage of the warres, The greatest warres within our Christian bounds, I meane our warres against the Muscovites: And on the other side against the Turke, Rich Princes both, and mighty Emperours: Yet by my brother Charles our King of France, And by his graces councell it is thought, That if I undertake to weare the crowne Of Poland, it may prejudice their hope Of my inheritance to the crowne of France: For if th'almighty take my brother hence, By due discent the Regall seat is mine. GUISE. Ile read them Frier, and then Ile answere thee. Sweet Duke of Guise our prop to leane upon, Now thou art dead, heere is no stay for us: I am thy brother, and ile revenge thy death, And roote Valois's line from forth of France, And beate proud Burbon to his native home, That basely seekes to joyne with such a King, Whose murderous thoughts will be his overthrow. Now let the house of Bourbon weare the crowne, And may it never end in bloud as mine hath done. NAVARRE. KING. endobj
For heers no saftie in the Realme for me, And now that Henry is cal'd from Polland, It is my due by just succession: And therefore as speedily as I can perfourme, Ile muster up an army secretdy, For feare that Guise joyn'd with the King of Spaine, Might seek to crosse me in mine enterprise. Frier, thou dost acknowledge me thy King? Enter two [Murtherers] dragging in the Cardenall [of Loraine]. GUISE. CAPTAINE. Then come proud Guise and heere disgordge thy brest, Surchargde with surfet of ambitious thoughts: Breath out that life wherein my death was hid, And end thy endles treasons with thy death. My sonne: thou art a changeling, not my sonne. QUEENE MOTHER. CARDINALL. FRIER. Ile goe take a walk On purpose from the Court to meet with him. EPERNOUNE. I challenge thee for treason in the cause. <>
MAUGIRON. Then hath your grace fit oportunitie, To shew your love unto the King of France: Offering him aide against his enemies, Which cannot but be thankfully receiv'd. 16 0 obj
MOUNTSORRELL. GUISE. NAVARRE. If your commission serve to warrant this, I thankfully shall undertake the charge Of you and yours, and carefully maintaine The wealth and safety of your kingdomes right. I tell thee Maugiron we will be freends, And fellowes to, what ever stormes arise. O no my Lord, a woman only must Partake the secrets of my heart. Shed your bloud, O Lord no: for we entend to strangle you. But when will he come that we may murther him? QUEENE MOTHER. How fares it this morning with your excellence? 2. Whether you need an overview of Massacre at Paris or a detailed summary of the book for a college project or just for fun, Readcentral.com brings you the book-wise summaries of Massacre at Paris for free. I prethee tell him that the Guise is heere. Looking for the plot summary of Massacre at Paris ? QUEENE MOTHER. Thou trothles and unjust, what lines are these? Oh I have my death wound, give me leave to speak. 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. 9 0 obj
Lee's play. 1590.; ca. CAPTAINE. And he forsooth must goe and preach in Germany: Excepting against Doctors actions, And ipse dixi with this quidditie, Argumentum testimonis est in arte partialis. He cuts of the Cutpurse eare, for cutting of the golde buttons off his cloake. Yours my Lord Cardinall, you should have saide. It concerns the Saint Bartholomew's Day Massacre, which took place in Paris in 1572, and the part played by the Duc de Guise in those events. If that be all, the next time that I meet her, Ile make her shake off love with her heeles. O Mounser de Guise, heare me but speake. <>
Come visit Novelonlinefull.com sometime to read the latest chapter of Massacre at Paris. Navarre that cloakes them underneath his wings, Shall feele the house of Lorayne is his foe: Your highnes need not feare mine armies force, Tis for your safetie and your enemies wrack. endobj
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Thanks to your Majestie, and so I take my leave. Hands of good fellow, I will be his baile For this offence: goe sirra, worke no more, Till this our Coronation day be past: And now, Our rites of Coronation done, What now remaines, but for a while to feast, And spend some daies in barriers, tourny, tylte, And like disportes, such as doe fit the Coutr? SURGEON. KING. FRIER. Downe with the Hugonites, murder them. Oh that I have not power to stay my life, Nor immortalitie to be reveng'd: To dye by Pesantes, what a greefe is this? GUISE. x���[o�6��
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We know that noble minces change not their thoughts For wearing of a crowne: in that your grace, Hath worne the Poland diadem, before You were withvested in the crowne of France. Massacre is about the slaughter of Protestants on Saint Bartholomew's Day in Paris in 1572. Fire Paris where these trecherous rebels lurke. (The transcribed text of the leaf appears here as Scene xvii.). The Massacre at Paris is an Elizabethan play by the English dramatist Christopher Marlowe. Frier come with me, We will goe talke more of this within. Come my Lord, let us goe to seek the Guise, And then determine of this enterprise. Many of Marlowe’s plays have suffered from problems in transmission leading to debased and corrupted texts, but none more obviously so than The Massacre at Paris.The text as it has come down to us is simply too short to make a full-length play, leading to the inescapable conclusion that there must once have been substantially more of it. endobj
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���Q�AQ���V;�8d�4ΰ�뛹�T��j1�ֵ2�ԙ4��:0;�P��d���`StM�� O no, my loving brother of Navarre. Weep not sweet Navarre, but revenge my death. RETES. 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. Come my Lord let's goe. RAMUS. Salute the Queene of England in my name, And tell her Henry dyes her faithfull freend. He wrote seven plays, possibly collaborated on more, and heavily influenced Shakespeare. speake. NAVARRE. YONG GUISE. The guider of all crownes, Graunt that our deeds may wel deserve your loves: And so they shall, if fortune speed my will, And yeeld our thoughts to height of my desertes. Nere was there Colliars sonne so full of pride. May 30, 2019. Long may you live, and still be King of France. Enter Mountsorrell and knocks at Serouns doore. It concerns the Saint Bartholomew's Day Massacre, which took place in Paris in 1572, and the part played by the Duc de Guise in those events. These two will make one entire Duke of Guise, Especially with our olde mothers helpe. That I may write unto my dearest Lord. Sirra twas I that slew him, and will slay Thee too, and thou prove such a traitor. NAVARRE. GUISE. Setting: France, 1572-1588. Thankes to my Kingly Brother of Navarre. What fearfull cries come from the river Sene, That fright poore Ramus sitting at his book? KING. 2. Epernoune, goe see it presently be done, And bid him come without delay to us. KING. Massacre at Paris, by Christopher Marlowe. In 1822 Delacroix submitted his first picture to the important Paris Salon exhibition: Dante and Virgil in Hell. <>
I am a Prince of the Valoyses line, Therfore an enemy to the Burbonites. GONZAGO. Navarre, give me thy hand, I heere do sweare, To ruinate this wicked Church of Rome, That hatcheth up such bloudy practices. KING. BARTUS. 2. Flye Ramus flye, if thou wilt save thy life. O let me pray before I take my death. Then there is no remedye but I must dye? My Lord of Guise, we understand that you Have gathered a power of men. Enter the Guise and Anjou [, Dumaine, Mountsorrell, with soldiers]. Tis more then kingly or Emperious. The published play is, unfortunately, a severely abbreviated and mangled version of whatever it is Marlowe originally wrote. O let me stay and rest me heer a while, A griping paine hath ceasde upon my heart: A sodaine pang, the messenger of death. 7 0 obj
Twere hard with me if I should doubt my kinne, Or be suspicious of my deerest freends: Cousin, assure you I am resolute, Whatever any whisper in mine eares, Not to suspect disloyaltye in thee, And so sweet Cuz farwell. GUISE. CAPTAINE. Sirs, take him away and throw him in some ditch. Agent for England, send thy mistres word, What this detested Jacobin hath done. Now every man put of his burgonet, And so convey him closely to his bed. Goe call the English Agent hether strait, Ile send my sister England newes of this, And give her warning of her trecherous foes. MAUGIRON. ... Tue 10 Sep 2002 06.48 EDT. SEROUNE. A very speedy synopsis of Marlowe's "The Massacre at Paris"-- Created using PowToon -- Free sign up at http://www.powtoon.com/ . O horde me up, my sight begins to faire, My sinnewes shrinke, my brain turns upside downe, My heart doth break, I faint and dye. KING. CARDINALL. Thou traitor Guise, lay of thy bloudy hands. O no, his bodye will infect the fire, and the fire the aire, and so we shall be poysoned with him. And now stay That bel that to the devils mattins rings. I, I, feare not: stand close, be resolute: [The murtherers go aside as if in the next room.]. <>
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