DUKE OF GUISE, } CARDINAL OF LORRAINE,} _Brothers._ DUKE DUMAINE, } Son to the DUKE OF GUISE, _a Boy._ THE LORD HIGH ADMIRAL. DUKE JOYEUX. EPERNOUN. PLESHÈ. BARTUS. TWO LORDS OF POLAND. GONZAGO. RETES. MOUNTSORRELL. MUGEROUN. LOREINE, _a Preacher._ SEROUNE. RAMUS. TALÆUS. Friar. Surgeon. English Agent. Apothecary. Cutpurse. Captain of the Guard, Protestants, Schoolmasters, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, &c. CATHERINE, the Queen-Mother of France. MARGARET, _her Daughter, wife to the_ KING OF NAVARRE. THE OLD QUEEN OF NAVARRE. DUCHESS OF GUISE. Wife to SEROUNE. Maid to the DUCHESS OF GUISE. THE MASSACRE AT PARIS. SCENE I. _Enter_ CHARLES,[348] _the French king_; CATHERINE, _the Queen-Mother; the_ KING OF NAVARRE; MARGARET, _Queen of Navarre; the_ PRINCE OF CONDÉ; _the_ LORD HIGH ADMIRAL; _the_ OLD QUEEN OF NAVARRE; _with others_. _Char._ Prince of Navarre, my honourable brother, Prince Condé, and my good Lord Admiral, I wish this union and religious league, Knit in these hands, thus joined in nuptial rites, May not dissolve till death dissolve our lives; And that the native sparks of princely love, That kindled first this motion in our hearts, May still be fuelled in our progeny. _Nav._ The many favours which your grace hath shown, From time to time, but specially in this, 10 Shall bind me ever to your highness' will, In what Queen-Mother or your grace commands. _Cath._ Thanks, son Navarre. You see we love you well, That link you in marriage with our daughter here; And, as you know, our difference in religion Might be a means to cross you in your love,-- _Char._ Well, madam, let that rest.-- And now, my lords, the marriage rites performed, We think it good to go and cònsummate The rest with hearing of a holy mass.-- 20 Sister, I think yourself will bear us company. _Mar._ I will, my good lord. _Char._ The rest that will not go, my lords, may stay.-- Come, mother, Let us go to honour this solemnity. _Cath._ Which I'll dissolve with blood and cruelty. [_Aside._ [_Exeunt all except the_ KING OF NAVARRE, CONDÉ, _and the_ ADMIRAL. _Nav._ Prince Condé, and my good Lord Admiral, Now Guise may storm, but do us little hurt, Having the king, Queen-Mother on our sides, To stop the malice of his envious heart, 30 That seeks to murder all the Protestants. Have you not heard of late how he decreed (If that the king had given consent thereto) That all the Protestants that are in Paris Should have been murderèd the other night?