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MANAGER DRAMATIC POET MERRY-ANDREW

MANAGER

You two, who oft a helping hand
Have lent, in need and tribulation.
Come, let me know your expectation
Of this, our enterprise, in German land!
I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated,
Especially since it lives and lets me live;
The posts are set, the booth of boards completed.
And each awaits the banquet I shall give.
Already there, with curious eyebrows raised,
They sit sedate, and hope to be amazed.
I know how one the People's taste may flatter,

And now we gan draw near unto the gate,
Right well escapte the danger, as methought,
When that at hand a sound of feet we heard.
My father then, gazing throughout the dark,
Cried on me, "Flee son! They are at hand.'
With that bright shields and shene armours I saw.
But then, I know not what unfriendly god
My troubled wit from me bereft for fear:
For while I ran by the most secret streets,
Eschewing still the common haunted track,
From me caitiff, alas! bereaved was
Creusa then, my spouse, I wot not how,

But lo, Polites, one of Priam's sons,
Escaped from the slaughter of Pyrrhus,
Comes fleeing through the weapons of his foes,
Searching, all wounded, the long galleries
And the void courts; whom Pyrrhus all in rage
Followed fast to reach a mortal wound;
And now in hand, well near strikes with his spear.
Who fleeing forth till he came now in sight
Of his parents, before their face fell down
Yielding the ghost, with flowing streams of blood.
Priamus then, although he were half dead,
Might not keep in his wrath, nor yet his words;

Whom when I saw, assembled in such wise,
So desperately the battle to desire,
Then furthermore thus said I unto them:
"O ye young men, of courage stout in vain,
For nought ye strive to save the burning town.
What cruel fortune hath betid, ye see:
The gods out of the temples all are fled,
Through whose might long this empire was maintain'd:
Their altars eke are left both waste and void.
But if your will be bent with me to prove
That uttermost that now may us befall,
Then let us die, and run amid our foes:

SCENE ONE

Enter the KING OF NAVARRE , reading a letter, and BARTUS . NAVARRE :

My lord, I am advertised from France
That the Guise hath taken arms against the king,
And that Paris is revolted from his grace. BARTUS :
Then hath your grace fit opportunity
To show your love unto the king of France,
Offering him aid against his enemies,

SCENE ONE

Enter the DUCHESS OF GUISE and her MAID . DUCHESS OF GUISE :
Go fetch me pen and ink, ÔÇô MAID :
I will, madam. DUCHESS OF GUISE :
That I may write unto my dearest lord.
Exit MAID .
Sweet Mugeroun, 'tis he that hath my heart,
And Guise usurps it 'cause I am his wife.
Fain would I find some means to speak with him,

SCENE ONE

Enter KING CHARLES , supported by the KING OF NAVARRE and EPERNOUN ; CATHERINE the Queen-Mother, the CARDINAL OF LORRAINE , PLESHÉ , and ATTENDANTS . CHARLES :
O, let me stay, and rest me here a while!
A griping pain hath seiz'd upon my heart;
A sudden pang, the messenger of death. CATHERINE :
O, say not so! Thou kill'st thy mother's heart. CHARLES :
I must say so; pain forceth me complain. NAVARRE :

SCENE ONE

Enter ANJOU , with two LORDS OF POLAND . ANJOU :
My lords of Poland, I must needs confess,
The offer of your Prince Electors far
Beyond the reach of my deserts;
For Poland is, as I have been inform'd,
A martial people, worthy such a king
As hath sufficient counsel in himself

SCENE ONE

Enter CHARLES , 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 . CHARLES :
Prince of Navarre, my honourable brother,
Prince Conde, and my good Lord Admiral,
I wish this union and religious league,
Knit in these hands, thus join'd in nuptial rites,

Mt. Ogura,
if you have a heart
please wait
for the emperor
to pass this way
before shedding
on the peak
your lovely
autumn colors.