Monologue

Charles Monologue from Massacre at Paris

From Massacre at Paris by Christopher Marlowe

male · dramatic · 1:27 min

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How fares it with my Lord high Admiral, Hath he been hurt with villaines in the street? I vow and sweare as I am King of France, To finde and to repay the man with death: With death delay'd and torments never usde, That durst presume for hope of any gaine, To hurt the noble man his sovereign loves. (ADMIRALL: Ah my good Lord, these are the Guisians, That seeke to massacre our guiltles lives.) Assure your selfe my good Lord Admirall, I deepely sorrow for your trecherous wrong: And that I am not more secure my selfe, Then I am carefull you should be preserved. Cossin, take twenty of our strongest guarde, And under your direction see they keep All trecherous violence from our noble freend, Repaying all attempts with present death, Upon the cursed breakers of our peace. And so be pacient good Lord Admirall, And every hower I will visite you. Exeunt omnes. (Scene v) Enter Guise, Anjoy, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, Montsorrell, and Souldiers to the massacre.

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30s · anger · revenge · power · betrayal · death

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