第 8 节
作者:双曲线      更新:2021-02-27 03:07      字数:9322
  forgivenes   of   the   King。   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? Ah
  Sextus; be reveng'd upon the King; Philip and Parma; I am slaine for you:
  Pope excommunicate; Philip depose; The wicked branch of curst Valois's
  line。 Vive la messe; perish Hugonets; Thus Caesar did goe foorth; and thus
  he dies。
  He dyes。
  Enter Captaine of the Guarde。
  CAPTAINE。 What; have you done? Then stay a while and Ile goe call
  the King;
  'Enter King and Epernoune attended。'
  But see where he comes。 My Lord; see where the Guise is slaine。
  KING。 Oh this sweet sight is phisick to my soule; Goe fetch his sonne
  for to beholde his death:
  'Exit attendant。'
  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。 Did he not
  draw a sorte of English priestes From Doway to the Seminary at Remes;
  To hatch forth treason gainst their naturall Queene? Did he not cause the
  King of Spaines huge fleete; To threaten England and to menace me? Did
  he not injure Mounser thats deceast? Hath he not made me in the Popes
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  defence;   To   spend   the   treasure   that   should   strength   my   land;   In   civill
  broiles between Navarre and me? Tush; to be short; he meant to make me
  Munke; Or else to murder me; and so be King。 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。
  EPERNOUNE。 My Lord heer is his sonne。
  Enter the Guises sonne。
  KING。 Boy; look where your father lyes。
  YONG GUISE。 My father slaine; who hath done this deed?
  KING。   Sirra   twas   I   that   slew   him;   and   will   slay  Thee   too;   and   thou
  prove such a traitor。
  YONG GUISE。 Art thou King; and hast done this bloudy deed? Ile be
  revengde。
  He offereth to throwe his dagger。
  KING。 Away to prison with him; Ile clippe his winges Or ere he passe
  my handes; away with him。
  Exit Boy。
  But   what   availeth   that   this   traitors   dead;   When   Duke   Dumaine   his
  brother is alive; And that young Cardinall that is growne so proud? Goe to
  the Governour of Orleance; And will him in my name to kill the Duke。
  'Exit Captaine of the Guarde。'
  Get you away and strangle the Cardinall。
  'Exit murtherers。'
  These   two   will   make   one   entire   Duke   of   Guise;   Especially  with   our
  olde mothers helpe。
  EPERNOUNE。   My   Lord;   see   where   she   comes;   as   if   she   droupt   To
  heare these newest
  Enter Queene Mother 'attended'。
  KING。 And let her croup; my heart is light enough。 Mother; how like
  you this device of mine? I slew the Guise; because I would be King。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 King; why so thou wert before。 Pray God thou
  be a King now this is done。
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  KING。  Nay  he   was   King   and   countermanded   me;   But   now   I  will   be
  King and rule my selfe; And make the Guisians stoup that are alive。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 I cannot speak for greefe: when thou west bome;
  I   would    that   I  had   murdered     thee   my    sonne。   My    sonne:    thou    art  a
  changeling;      not   my   sonne。    I  curse   thee  and    exclaime    thee   miscreant;
  Traitor to God; and to the realme of France。
  KING。 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。
  Exit the King and Epernoune。
  QUEENE MOTHER。 Away; leave me alone to meditate。 Sweet Guise;
  would he had died so thou wert heere: To whom shall I bewray my secrets
  now; Or who will helpe to builde Religion? 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?
  But sorrow   seaze upon   my   toyling   soule;   For   since   the   Guise   is   dead;   I
  will not live。
  Exit 'the attendants taking up body of the Guise'。
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  'Scene XX'
  Enter two 'Murtherers' dragging in the Cardenall 'of Loraine'。
  CARDINALL。 Murder me not; I am a Cardenall。
  1。 Wert thou the Pope thou mightst not scape from us。
  CARDINALL。   What;   will   you   fyle   your   handes   with   Churchmens
  bloud?
  2。 Shed your bloud; O Lord no: for we entend to strangle you。
  CARDINALL。 Then there is no remedye but I must dye?
  1。 No remedye; therefore prepare your selfe。
  CARDINALL。 Yet lives My brother Duke Dumaine; and many moe:
  To revenge our deaths upon that cursed King; Upon whose heart may all
  the furies gripe; And with their pawes drench his black soule in hell。
  1。 Yours my Lord Cardinall; you should have saide。
  Now they strangle him。
  So;   pluck   amaine;   He   is   hard   hearted;   therfore   pull   with   violence。
  Come take him away。
  Exeunt。
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  'Scene XXI'
  Enter Duke Dumayn reading of a letter; with others。
  DUMAINE。 My noble brother murthered by the King; Oh what may I
  doe; to revenge thy death? The Kings alone; it cannot satisfie。 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。 Hee wild the Governour of Orleance in his name; That I with
  speed should have beene put to death。 But thats prevented; for to end his
  life; And all those traitors to the Church of Rome; That durst attempt to
  murder noble Guise。
  Enter the Frier。
  FRIER。   My   Lord;   I   come   to   bring   you   newes;   that   your   brother   the
  Cardinall of Loraine by the Kings consent is lately strangled unto death。
  DUMAINE。   My   brother   Cardenall   slaine   and   I   alive?   O   wordes   of
  power to kill a thousand men。 Come let us away and leavy men; Tis warre
  that must asswage the tyrantes pride。
  FRIER。 My Lord; heare me but speak。 I am a Frier of the order of the
  Jacobyns; that for my conscience sake will kill the King。
  DUMAINE。 But what doth move thee above the rest to doe the deed?
  FRIER。 O my Lord; I have beene a great sinner in my dayes; and the
  deed is meritorious。
  DUMAINE。 But how wilt thou get opportunitye?
  FRIER。 Tush my Lord; let me alone for that。
  DUMAINE。   Frier         come   with   me;   We   will  goe   talke  more   of  this
  within。
  Exeunt。
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  'Scene XXII'
  Sound   Drumme   and   Trumpets;   and   enter   the   King   of   France;   and
  Navarre; Epernoune; Bartus; Pleshe and Souldiers。
  KING。 Brother of Navarre; I sorrow much; That ever I was prov'd your
  enemy;     And    that  the  sweet   and   princely   minde    you   beare;  Was    ever
  troubled with injurious warres: I vow as I am lawfull King of France; To
  recompence your reconciled love; With all the honors and affections; That
  ever I vouchsafte my dearest freends。
  NAVARRE。 It is enough if that Navarre may be Esteemed faithfull to
  the King of France: Whose service he may still commaund to death。
  KING。 Thankes to my Kingly Brother of Navarre。 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。
  Enter a Messenger。
  MESSENGER。   And   it   please   your   Majestie   heere   is   a   Frier   of   the
  order of the