The Massacre
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.
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.
Get you away and strangle the Cardinall,
These two will make one entire Duke of Guise,
Especially with our olde mothers helpe.
Eper.
My Lord, see where she comes, as if she droupt to heare these newes.
Enter Queene Mother.
King.
And let her droup, my heart is light enough.
Mother, how like you this device of mine?
I slew the Guise, because I would be King.
Queene.
King, why so thou wert before.
Pray God thou be a King now this is done.
King.
Nay he was King and countermanded me,
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