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Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE XVII. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE XVII. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 [1593]Edition used:The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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SCENE XVII.
EnterKing Henry, Guise, Epernoun, and Joyeux.
Henry.- My sweet Joyeux, I make thee general
- Of all my army, now in readiness
- To march 'gainst the rebellious King Navarre;
- At thy request I am content thou go,
- Although my love to thee can hardly suffer['t],
- Regarding still the danger of thy life.
Joyeux.- Thanks to your majesty: and so, I take my leave
- Farewell to my Lord of Guise, and Epernoun.
Guise.- Health and hearty farewell to my Lord Joyeux.
- [ExitJoyeux.
Henry.- So kindly, cousin of Guise, you and your wife
- Do both salute our lovely minions.
- Remember you the letter, gentle sir,
- Which your wife writ
- To my dear minion, and her chosen friend?
- [Makes horns atGuise.
Guise.- How now, my lord! faith, this is more than need.
- Am I thus to be jested at and scorn'd?
- 'Tis more than kingly or emperious:
- And, sure, if all the proudest kings
- In Christendom should bear me such derision,
- They should know how I scorn'd them and their mocks.
20 - I love your minions! dote on them yourself;
- I know none else but holds them in disgrace;
- And here, by all the saints in heaven, I swear,
- That villain for whom I bear this deep disgrace,
- Even for your words that have incens'd me so,
- Shall buy that strumpet's favour with his blood!
- Whether he have dishonour'd me or no,
- Par la mort de Dieu il mourra!
- [Exit.
Henry.- Believe me, this jest bites sore.
Eper.- My lord, 'twere good to make them friends,
30 - For his oaths are seldom spent in vain.
- Enter Mugeroun.
Henry.- How now, Mugeroun! mett'st thou not the Guise at the door?
Mug.- Not I, my lord; what if I had?
Henry.- Marry, if thou hadst, thou mightst have had the stab,
- For he hath solemnly sworn thy death.
Mug.- I may be stabb'd, and live till he be dead:
- But wherefore bears he me such deadly hate?
Henry.- Because his wife bears thee such kindly love.
Mug.- If that be all, the next time that I meet her,
- I'll make her shake off love with her heels.
40 - But which way is he gone? I'll go take a walk
- On purpose from the court to meet with him.
- [Exit.
Henry.- I like not this. Come, Epernoun,
- Let us go seek the duke, and make them friends.
- [Exeunt.
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