makes her sicke. OLD QUEENE. O no, sweet Margaret, the fatall poyson Doth work within my heart, my brain pan breakes, My heart doth faint, I dye. She dyes. NAVARRE. My Mother poysoned heere before my face:    O gracious God, what times are these? O graunt sweet God my daies may end with hers, That I with her may dye and live againe. QUEENE MARGARET. Let not this heavy chaunce my dearest Lord,    (For whose effects my soule is massacred)    Infect thy gracious brest with fresh supply, To agravate our sodaine miserie. ADMIRALL. Come my Lords let us beare her body hence, And see it honoured with just solemnitie. As they are going, [enter] the Souldier [above, who] dischargeth his musket at the Lord Admirall [and exit]. CONDY. What are you hurt my Lord high Admiral? ADMIRALL. I my good Lord, shot through the arme. NAVARRE. We are betraide, come my Lords, and let us goe tell the King of this. ADMIRALL. These are the cursed Guisians that doe seeke our death. Oh fatall was this mariage to us all. They beare away the [olde] Queene [of Navarre] and goe out. 

  

       [Scene iv]     

         Enter [Charles] the King, [Catherine] the Queene Mother, Duke of Guise, Duke Anjou, Duke Demayne [and Cossin, Captain of the Kings Guard]. QUEENE MOTHER. My noble sonne, and princely Duke of Guise, Now have we got the fatall stragling deere, Within the compasse of a deadly toyle, And as we late decreed we may perfourme. CHARLES. Madam, it wilbe noted through the world, An action bloudy and tirannicall:    Cheefely since under safetie of our word, They justly challenge their protection:    Besides my heart relentes that noble men, Onely corrupted in religion, Ladies of honor, Knightes and Gentlemen, Should for their conscience taste such rutheles ends. ANJOY. Though gentle minces should pittie others paines,    Yet will the wisest note their proper greefes:    And rather seeke to scourge their enemies, Then be themselves base subjects to the whip. GUISE. Me thinkes my Lord, Anjoy hath well advisde Your highnes to consider of the thing, And rather chuse to seek your countries good, Then pittie or releeve these upstart hereticks. QUEENE MOTHER. I hope these reasons mayserve my princely, Sonne, To have some care for feare of enemies. CHARLES. Well Madam, I referre it to your Majestie, And to my Nephew heere the Duke of Guise:    What you determine, I will ratifie. QUEENE MOTHER. Thankes to my princely sonne, then tell me Guise, What order wil you set downe for the 

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