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Enter the English Agent.
Agent for England, send thy mistress word
And fire accursed Rome about his ears;
Nav. These words revive my thoughts, and comfort me,
To see your highness in this virtuous mind.
Surg. Alas, my lord, the wound is dangerous, For you are stricken with a poison'd knife! Henry. A poison'd knife! what, shall the French king die,
Wounded and poison'd both at once?
That damned villain were alive again,
Bar. He died a death too good:
The devil of hell torture his wicked soul! Henry. Ah, curse him not, sith† he is dead!—
O, the fatal poison works within my breast!— Tell me, surgeon, and flatter not-may I live? Surg. Alas, my lord, your highness cannot live! Nav. Surgeon, why say'st thou so? the king may live.
Henry. O, no, Navarre! thou must be king of France.
Nav. Long may you live, and still be king of France!
Eper. Or else, die Epernoun !
Fight in the quarrel of this valiant prince,
Now let the house of Bourbon wear the crown; And may it ne'er end in blood, as mine hath done
Weep not, sweet Navarre, but revenge my death.—
[Dies. Nav. Come, lords, take up the body of the king, That we may see it honourably interr'd: And then I vow so † to revenge his death As Rome, and all those popish prelates there, Shall curse the time that e'er Navarre was king, And rul'd in France by Henry's fatal death.
[They march out, with the body of KING HENRY lying on four men's shoulders, with a dead march, drawing weapons on the ground.
* the most] So, it would seem, the author wrote.-The modern editors print "the best."
80] Old ed. "for" (the MS. having had "soe," which the compositor misread "for ").
The Tragedie of Dido Queene of Carthage: Played by the Children of her Maiesties Chappell. Written by Christopher Marlowe, and Thomas Nash. Gent.
At London, Printed, by the Widdowe Orwin, for Thomas Woodcocke, and are to be solde at his shop, in Paules Churchyeard, at the signe of the blacks Beare. 1594. 4to.