Monologue

Navarre Monologue from Massacre at Paris

From Massacre at Paris by Christopher Marlowe

male · defiant · 44 sec

The power of vengeance now implants it selfe, Upon the hauty mountains of my brest: Plaies with her goary coulours of revenge, Whom I respect as leaves of boasting greene, That change their coulour when the winter comes, When I shall vaunt as victor in revenge. Enter a Messenger. How now sirra, what newes? MESSENGER. My Lord, as by our scoutes we understande, A mighty army comes from France with speed: Which is already mustered in the land, And meanesto meet your highnes in the field.

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