The Massacre
That seekes to murder all the Protestants:
Have you not heard of late how he decreed,
If that the King had given consent thereto,
That all the protestants that are in Paris,
Should have been murdered the other night?
Ad.
My Lord I mervaile that th'aspiring Guise,
Dares once adventure without the Kings consent,
To meddle or attempt such dangerous things.
Con.
My L. you need not mervaile at the Guise,
For what he doth the Pope will ratifie:
In murder, mischeefe, or in tiranny.
Na.
But he that sits and rules above the clowdes,
Doth heare and see the praiers of the just:
And will revenge the bloud of innocents,
That Guise hath slaine by treason of his heart,
And brought by murder to their timeles ends.
Ad.
My Lord, but did you mark the Cardinall,
The Guises brother and the Duke Dumain:
How they did storme at these your nuptiall rites,
Because the house of Burbon now comes in,
And joynes your linnage to the crowne of France?
Na.
And thats ye cause that Guise so frowns at us,
And beates his braines to catch us in his trap:
Which he hath pitcht within his deadly toyle.
Come my Lords lets go to the Church and pray,
That God may still defend the right of France:
And make his Gospel flourish in this land.Exeunt.
Enter the Duke of Guise.
Guise.
If ever Hymen lowr'd at marriage rites,
And had his alters deckt with duskie lightes:
If ever
