The Massacre
Enter the King of Navarre reading of a letter, and Bartus.
Navarre.
That the Guise hath taken armes against the King,
And that Paris is revolted from his grace.
Bar.
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.
Navarre.
Bartus, it shall be so, poast then to Fraunce,
And there salute his highnesse in our name,
Assure him all the aide we can provide,
Against the Guisians and their complices.
Bartus be gone, commend me to his grace,
And tell him ere it be long, Ile visite him.
Bar.
I will my Lord.Exit.
Enter Pleshe.
Navarre.
Pleshe.
Pleshe.
My Lord.
Na.
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.
Be gone I say, tis time that we were there.
Pleshe.
I goe my Lord.
Navarre.
