The Massacre at Paris by Christopher Marlowe, Arthur Henry Bullen
Scene Xvii
[Enter King 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. [Exit Joyeux.
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 at Guise.
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. 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, 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. 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.