And then beset his house, that not a man may live. ANJ. That charge is mine. Switzers, keep you the streets; And at each corner shall the king's guard stand. [Exit Gonzago, with others. ANJ. Cousin, the captain of the Admiral's guard, Plac'd by my brother, will betray his lord. Now, Guise, shall Catholics flourish once again; The head being off, the members cannot stand. RETES. But look, my lord, there's some in the Admiral's house. [They enter into the house of the Admiral, who is in bed. SCENE VII. Enter GUISE, ANJOU, DUMAINE, GONZAGO, RETES, MOUNTSORREL, and others, to the ADMIRAL. ANJ. In lucky time; come, let us keep this lane, And slay his servants that shall issue out. GON. Where is the Admiral? ADM. Oh! let me pray before I die. Gox. Then pray unto our Lady; kiss this cross. ADM. Oh! God, forgive my sins! [Stabs him. GUISE. What, is he dead, Gonzago? GON. Aye, my lord. GUISE. Then throw him down. ANJ. Now, cousin, view him well. It may be 'tis some other, and he escap'd. GUISE. Cousin, 'tis he, I know him by his look; See where my soldier shot him through the arm; Thus, in despite of thy religion, The duke of Guise stamps on thy lifeless bulk. GUISE. Mountsorrell, go and shoot the ordnance off; That they, which have already 'set the street, May know their watchword; and then toll the bell, And so let's forward to the massacre. MOUNT. I will, my lord. [Exit. GUISE. And now, my lords, let's closely to our business. ANJ. Anjou will follow thee. DUM. And so will Dumaine. GUISE. Come then, let's away. [The ordnance being shot off, the bell tolls. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. GUISE enters again, with all the rest, with their swords drawn, chasing the Protestants. GUISE. Tue! tue! tue! let none escape, murder the Hugonots. ANJ. Kill them! kill them! [Exeunt. Enter LOREINE, running; GUISE and the rest pur suing him. GUISE. Loreine! Loreine! Sirrah, follow Loreine!- Are you a preacher of these heresies? LOR. I am a preacher of the word of God; And thou a traitor to thy soul and him. GUISE. "Dearly beloved brother"-thus 'tis writ ten. [Stabs him. ANJ. Stay, my lord, let me begin the psalm. GUISE. Come, drag him away, and throw him in a ditch. [Exeunt. Enter MOUNTSORREL, and knocks at SEROUNE'S door. SER. WIFE. [Within.] Who is that which knocks there? MOUNT. Mountsorrell, from the duke of Guise, SER. WIFE. Husband, come down; here's one would speak with you. From the duke of Guise. Enter SEROUNE. SER. To speak with me, from such a man as he? MOUNT. Aye, aye, for this Seroune; and thou shalt ha't. [Shewing his dagger. SER. Oh! let me pray, before I take my death! MOUNT. Dispatch then quickly. SER. Oh, Christ, my Saviour!. MOUNT. Christ, villain! Why, dar'st thou presume to call on Christ, Without the intercession of some saint? Sanctus Jacobus, he was my saint; pray to him. SER. Oh! let me pray unto my God! MOUNT. Then take this with you. [Stabs him and exit. Enter RAMUS, in his study. RAMUS. What fearful cries come from the river Seine That fright poor Ramus sitting at his book! Enter TALEUS. TAL. Fly, Ramus, fly, if thou wilt save thy life! RAMUS. Tell me, Taleus, wherefore should I fly? TAL. The Guisians are hard at thy door, and mean to murder us; Hark! hark, they come! I'll leap out at the window. RAMUS. Sweet Taleus, stay. Enter GONZAGO and RETES. GON. Who goes there? RETES. It is Taleus, Ramus' bedfellow. TAL. I am, as Ramus is, a Christian. RETES. Oh, let him go, he is a Catholic. [Exit Taleus. GoN. Come, Ramus, more gold, or thou shalt have the stab. RAMUS. Alas, I am a scholar! how should I have gold? All that I have is but my stipend from the king. Enter GUISE, ANJOU, and the rest. ANJ. Whom have you there? RETES. 'Tis Ramus, the king's professor of logic. GUISE. Stab him! RAMUS. Oh! good my lord, wherein hath Ramus been so offencious? GUISE. Marry, sir, in having a smack in all, And yet did'st never sound any thing to the depth. Was it not thou that scoff'dst the Organon, And said it was a heap of vanities? He that will be a flat dichotomist, And seen in nothing but epitomes, Is in your judgment thought a learned man. And ipse dixi with this quiddity Argumentum testimonii est in arte partialis. How answer you that?-your nego argumentum Cannot serve.-Sirrah, kill him! RAMUS. Oh, my good lord, let me but speak a word. VOL. I. 20 |