第 4 节
作者:指点迷津      更新:2021-02-21 16:38      字数:9322
  Exeunt。
  'Scene viii'
  Enter Anjoy; with two Lords of Poland。
  ANJOY。 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。
  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。
  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。
  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。
  LORD。 All this and more your highnes shall commaund;
  For Polands crowne and kingly diadem。
  ANJOY。 Then come my Lords; lets goe。
  Exeunt。
  'Scene ix'
  Enter two with the Admirals body。
  1。 Now sirra; what shall we doe with the Admirall?
  2。 Why let us burne him for a heretick。
  1。 O no; his bodye will infect the fire; and the fire the aire; and
  so we shall be poysoned with him。
  2。 What shall we doe then?
  1。 Lets throw him into the river。
  2。 Oh twill corrupt the water; and the water the fish; and the
  fish our selves when we eate them。
  1。 Then throw him into the ditch。
  2。 No; no; to decide all doubts; be rulde by me; lets hang him
  upon this tree。
  1。 Agreede。
  They hang him。
  Enter the Duke of Guise; and Queene Mother; and the
  Cardinall 'of Loraine'。
  GUISE。 Now Madame; how like you our lusty Admirall?
  QUEENE MOTHER。 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。
  GUISE。 No by my faith Madam。
  Sirs; take him away and throw him in some ditch。
  Carry away the dead body。
  And now Madam as I understand;
  There anre a hundred Hugonets and more;
  Which in the woods doe horde their synagogue:
  And dayly meet about this time of day;
  thither will I to put them to the sword。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 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。
  GUISE。 Madam;
  I goe as whirl…winces rage before a storme。
  Exit Guise。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 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?
  CARDINALL。 Madam; I have heard him solemnly vow;
  With the rebellious King of Navarre;
  For to revenge their deaths upon us all。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 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。
  Exeunt。
  'Scene x'
  Enter five or sixe Protestants with bookes; and kneele together。
  Enter also the Guise 'and others'。
  GUISE。 Downe with the Hugonites; murder them。
  PROTESTANT。 O Mounser de Guise; heare me but speake。
  GUISE。 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:
  Kill them。
  So; dragge them away。
  Exeunt。
  'Scene xi'
  Enter 'Charles' the King of France; Navar and Epernoune
  staying him: enter Queene Mother; and the Cardinall 'of
  Loraine; and Pleshe'。
  CHARLES。 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。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 O say not so; thou kill'st thy mothers heart。
  CHARLES。 I must say so; paine forceth me to complain。
  NAVARRE。 Comfort your selfe my Lord I have no doubt;
  But God will sure restore you to your health。
  CHARLES。 O no; my loving brother of Navarre。
  I have deserv'd a scourge I must confesse;
  Yet is there pacience of another sort;
  Then to misdoe the welfare of their King:
  God graunt my neerest freends may prove no worse。
  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。
  He dies。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 What art thou dead; sweet sonne? speak to thy Mother。
  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?
  But that we presently despatch Embassadours
  To Poland; to call Henry back againe;
  To weare his brothers crowne and dignity。
  Epernoune; goe see it presently be done;
  And bid him come without delay to us。
  Epernoune  Madam; I will。
  Exit Epernoune。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 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。
  All goe out; but Navarre and Pleshe。
  NAVARRE。 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。
  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。
  But God that alwaies doth defend the right;
  Will shew his mercy and preserve us still。
  PLESHE。 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。
  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。
  Exeunt。
  'Scene xii'
  Sound Trumpets within; and then all crye vive le Roy two or
  three times。
  Enter Henry crowned: Queene 'Mother'; Cardinall 'of Loraine';
  Duke of Guise; Epernoone; 'Mugeroun;' the kings Minions; with
  others; and the Cutpurse。
  ALL。 Vive le Roy; vive le Roy。
  Sound Trumpets。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 Welcome from Poland Henry once agayne;
  Welcome to France thy fathers royall seate;
  Heere hast thou a country voice of feares;
  A warlike people to maintaine thy right;
  A watchfull Senate for ordaining lawes;
  A loving mother to preserve thy state;
  And all things that a King may wish besides:
  All this and more hath Henry with his crowne。
  CARDINALL。 And long may Henry enjoy all this and more。
  ALL。 Vive le Roy; vive le Roy。
  Sound trumpets。
  KING。 Thanks to you al。 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。
  What say our Minions; think they Henries heart
  Will not both harbour love and Majestie?
  Put of that feare; they are already joynde;
  No person; place; or time; or circumstance;
  Shall slacke my loves affection from his bent。
  As now you are; so shall you still persist;
  Remooveles from the favours of your King。
  MUGEROUN。 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。
  KING。 I tell thee Mugeroun we will be freends;
  And fellowes to; what ever stormes arise。
  MUGEROUN。 Then may it please your Majestie to give me leave;
  To punish those that doe prophane this holy feast。
  He cuts of the Cutpurse eare; for cutting of the golde
  buttons off hi