Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE XVI. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE XVI. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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EntertheKingofNavarre, Pleshè, Bartus, and train, with drums and trumpets.
- My lords, sith in a quarrel just and right
- We undertake to manage these our wars
- Against the proud disturbers of the faith
- (I mean the Guise, the Pope, and King of Spain,
- Who set themselves to tread us under foot,
- And rent our true religion from this land;
- But for you know our quarrel is no more
- But to defend their strange inventions,
- Which they will put us to with sword and fire),
- We must with resolute minds resolve to fight,
- In honour of our God, and country's good.
- Spain is the council-chamber of the Pope,
- Spain is the place where he makes peace and war,
- And Guise for Spain hath now incensed the king
- To send his power to meet us in the field.
- Then in this bloody brunt they may behold
- The sole endeavour of your princely care,
- To plant the true succession of the faith,
- In spite of Spain and all his heresies.
- The power of vengeance now encamps itself
- Upon the haughty mountains of my breast;
- Plays with her gory colours of revenge,
- Whom I respect as leaves of boasting green,
- That change their colour when the winter comes,
- When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge.
- Enter a Messenger.
- How now, sirrah! what news?
- My lord, as by our scouts we understand,
- A mighty army comes from France with speed;
- Which are already mustered in the land,
- And mean to meet your highness in the field.
- In God's name, let them come!
- This is the Guise that hath incensed the king
- To levy arms, and make these civil broils.
- But canst thou tell who is their general?
- Not yet, my lord, for thereon do they stay;
- But, as report doth go, the Duke of Joyeux
- Hath made great suit unto the king therefore.
- It will not countervail his pains, I hope.
- I would the Guise in his stead might have come!
- But he doth lurk within his drowsy couch,
- And makes his footstool on security:
- So he be safe, he cares not what becomes
- Of king or country; no, not for them both.
- But come, my lords, let us away with speed,
- And place ourselves in order for the fight.