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SCENE XVII. - 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 XVII.

Enter1King 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.

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  • 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 Dieu1 il mourra!
  • [Exit.

Henry.

  • Believe me, this jest bites sore.

Eper.

  • My lord, 'twere good to make them friends,

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  • 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.

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  • But which way is he gone? I'll go take1 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.

[1]Scene: an apartment in the Louvre.

[1]Olded. “mordu.”

[1]Old ed. “make.”