The Massacre at Paris by Christopher Marlowe, Arthur Henry Bullen
Scene Xx
[Enter the King of Navarre, reading a letter, and Bartus.]
NAV My lord, I am advertisèd from France That the Guise hath taken arms against the king, And that Paris is revolted from his grace.
BAR Then hath your grace fit opportunity To show your love unto the king of France, Offering him aid against his enemies, Which cannot but be thankfully receiv'd.
NAV Bartus, it shall be so: post, then, to France, And there salute his highness in our name; Assure him all the aid we can provide Against the Guisians and their complices. Bartus, be gone: commend me to his grace, And tell him, ere it be long, I'll visit him.
BAR I will, my lord. [Exit.
NAV Pleshè!
[Enter Pleshè.]
Pleshè. My lord?
NAV Pleshè, go muster up our men with speed, And let them march away to France amain, For we must aid the king against the Guise. Begone, I say; 'tis time that we were there.
Pleshè. I go, my lord. [Exit.
NAV That wicked Guise, I fear me much, will be The ruin of that famous realm of France; For his aspiring thoughts aim at the crown, And takes his vantage on religion, To plant the Pope and Popelings in the realm, And bind it wholly to the see of Rome. But, if that God do prosper mine attempts, And send us safely to arrive in France, We'll beat him back, and drive him to his death, That basely seeks the ruin of his realm. [Exit.