168 C. F. Tucker Brooke, 



Massacre at Paris, 11. 1122 f.: 



" Sweet Duke of Guise, our prop to leane vpon, 

 Now thou art dead, heere is no stay for vs." 



(21) True Tragedy, p. 39, 11. 30 f. : 



" Thus farre our fortunes keepes an vpward Course, 

 And we are grast with wreathes of victorie." 



Ibid., p. 69, 11. 1 f. : 



" Thus still our fortune giues vs victorie, 

 And girts our temples with triumphant ioies." 



Massacre at Paris, 1. 794 : 



" And we are grac'd with wreathes of victory." 



(22) True Tragedy, p. 43, 1. 9 : 



" Your highnesse shall doe well to grant it then." 

 Jew of Malta, 1. 274: 



" Your Lordship shall doe well to let them haue it.' 



(23) True Tragedy, p. 52, 1. 189: 



" Did I impale him with the regall Crowne." 

 Edward II., 11. 1472 f. : 



" The royall vine, whose golden leaues 

 Empale your princelie head, your diadem." 



(24) True Tragedy, p. 66, 11. 32 f. : 



" But whilst he sought to steale the single ten. 

 The king was finelie fingerd from the decke." 

 Massacre at Paris, IL 146-148: 



" Since thou hast all the Cardes within thy hands 



To shuffle or cut, take this as surest thing : 



That right or wrong, thou deale thy selfe a King." 



(25) True Tragedy, p. 68, 11. 6 f. : 



" Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge. 

 Whose armes gaue shelter to the princelie Eagle." 

 Edward II., 11. 818 f. : 



" A loftie Cedar tree faire flourishing, 



On whose top-branches Kinglie Eagles pearch." 



(26) True Tragedy, p. 68, 1. 9: 



" Whose top branch ouerpeerd loues spreading tree. 

 Edward II., 11. 2579 f. : 



" I stand as loues huge tree, 



And others are but shrubs compard to me." 



