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SCENE XV. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 [1593]

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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.

Part of: The Works of Christopher Marlowe, 3 vols.

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SCENE XV.

Enter2theDuchessofGuiseand her Maid.

Duch. of G.

  • Go fetch me pen and ink.—

Maid.

  • I will, madam.

Duch.

  • That I may write unto my dearest lord.
  • [Exit Maid
  • Sweet Mugeroun,3 'tis he that hath my heart,
  • And Guise usurps it 'cause I am his wife.
  • Fain would I find some means to speak with him,
  • But cannot, and therefore am enforced to write,
  • That he may come and meet me in some place,
  • Where we may one enjoy the other's sight.
  • Re-enter the Maid, with pen, ink, and paper.
  • So, set it down, and leave me to myself.
  • [Exit Maid. TheDuchesswrites.
  • O, would to God, this quill that here doth write

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  • Had late been pluck'd from out fair Cupid's wing,
  • That it might print these lines within his heart!
  • EnterGuise.

Guise.

  • What, all alone, my love? and writing too?
  • I prithee, say to whom thou writ'st.

Duch.

  • To such
  • A one, my lord, as, when she reads my lines,
  • Will laugh, I fear me, at their good array.

Guise.

  • I pray thee, let me see.

Duch.

  • O no, my lord; a woman only must
  • Partake the secrets of my heart.

Guise.

  • But, madam, I must see.

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  • [Seizes the paper.
  • Are these your secrets that no man must know!

Duch.

  • O, pardon me, my lord!

Guise.

  • Thou trothless and unjust! what lines are these?
  • Am I grown old, or is thy lust grown young?
  • Or hath my love been so obscured in thee,
  • That others need to comment on my text?
  • Is all my love forgot, which held thee dear,
  • Ay, dearer than the apple of mine eye?
  • Is Guise's glory but a cloudy mist,
  • In sight and judgment of thy lustful eye?

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  • Mort Dieu! were1 not the fruit within thy womb,
  • Of whose increase I set some longing hope,
  • This wrathful hand should strike thee to the heart.
  • Hence, strumpet! hide thy head for shame;
  • And fly my presence if thou look to live!
  • [ExitDuchess.
  • O wicked sex, perjùrèd and unjust!
  • Now do I see that from the very first
  • Her eyes and looks sow'd seeds of perjury.
  • But villain, he, to whom these lines should go,
  • Shall buy her love even with his dearest blood.
  • [Exit.

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[2]Scene: a room in the Duke of Guise's house.

[3]“The gallant of the Duchess was not Mugeroun (Maugiron), but Saint-Mègrin, another of the King's ‘Mignons.’ See Anquetil.—Hist. de France, t, v. 345, ed. 1817.”—Dyce.

[1]Old ed. “wert.”