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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,
Ser. Oh! let me pray unto my God!
[Stabs him and exit. Enter Ramus, in his study. Ramus. What fearful cries come from the river
mean to murder us; Hark! hark, they come! I'll leap out at the window. Ramus. Sweet Taleus, stay.
Enter GONZAGO and Retes.
Tal. I am, as Ramus is, a Christian.
[Erit Taleus. Gon. Come, Ranus, more gold, or thou shalt
have the stab. Ramus. Alas, I am a scholar! how should I have
All that I have is but my stipend from the king.
Enter Guise, Anjou, and the rest.
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 he, forsooth, must go and preach in Germany; Excepting against doctors' actions, And ipse diri with this quiddity Argumentum testimonii est in arte partialis. To contradict which, I say Ramus shall die; How answer you that?-your nego argumentum Cannot serve.—Sirrah, kill him! Ramus. Oh, my good lord, let me but speak a word.
ANJ. Well, say on.
Ramus. Not for my life, do I desire this pause, But in my latter hour to purge myself, In that I know the things that I have wrote, Which as I hear one Shekins takes it ill, Because my places, being but three, coutain all his. I knew the Organon to be confus'd, And I reduced it into better form. And this for Aristotle will I say, That he that despiseth him can ne'er Be good in logic or philosophy. And that's because the blockish Sorbonnists Attribute as much unto their works, As to the service of th' eternal God.
Guise. Why suffer you that peasant to declaim? Stab him, I say, and send him to his friends in hell. Anj. Ne'er was there collier's son so full of pride.
(Stabs him. Guise. My lord Anjou, there are a hundred Pro
Dum. Go, place some men upon the bridge,
done. And in the meantime, my lord, could we devise To get those pedants from the king Navarre,
That are tutors to him and the prince of Condé.
Ans. For that, let me alone; cousin, stay here, And when you see me in, then follow hard. He knocketh at the door, and enter the King of
NAVARRE, the PRINCE of CONDE, with their
SCHOOLMASTERS. How now, my lords, how fare you? Nav. My lord, they say that all the Protestants
are massacred. Ans. Aye, so they are, but yet, what remedy? I have done all I could to stay the broil.
Nav. But yet, my lord, the report doth run, That you were one that made the massacre. ANJ. Who, I ? you are deceiv'd; I
but now. Guise. Murder the Hugonots! Take those pedants
hence! Nav. Thou traitor, Guise! lay off thy bloody
hands. Cond. Come, let us go tell the king.
(Ereunt Nav, and Condé. Guise. Come, sirs, I'll whip you to death with my poignard's point.
[Stabs them. ANJ. Away with them both.
[Exit. Guise. And now, sirs, for this night let our fury
And now, stay that bell, that to the devil's matins rings.
Now ev'ry man put off his burgonet,
And so convey him closely to his bed. [Ereunt.
ACT THE SECOND.
Enter ANJou, with two Lo RDs of Pola N D.
ANJ. My lords of Poland, I must needs confess. The offer of your Prince Elector's 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 council in himself To lighten doubts, and frustrate subtle foes. And such a king, whom practice long hath taught To please himself with manage of the wars, The greatest wars within our Christian bounds, I mean our wars against the Muscovites; And on the other side against the Turk; Rich princes both, and mighty emperors: Yet, by my brother Charles, our king of France, And by his grace's council, it is thought, That if I undertake to wear the crown Of Poland, it may prejudice their hope Of my inheritance to the crown of France. For if th' Almighty take my brother hence,