The Massacre at Paris/Scene 21
Enter Duke Dumayn reading of a letter, with others.
Dumaine.
Oh what may I doe, for 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 Valoys his 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.
His life, and all those traitors to the Church of Rome,
That durst attempt to murder noble Guise.
Enter the Frier.
Frier.
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 this 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.
Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and enter the King of France, and Navarre, Epernoune, Bartus, Pleshe and Souldiers.
King.
That ever I was prov'd your enemy,
And that the sweet and princely minde you beare,