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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,


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

That fright poor Ramus sitting at his book!
I fear the Guisians have pass'd the bridge,
And mean once more to menace me.

Tal. Fly, Ramus, fly, if thou wilt save thy life!
Ramus. Tell me, Taleus, wherefore should I fiy?
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.
Gon. What art thou ?

Tal. I am, as Ramus is, a Christian.
Retes. Oh, let him go, he is a Catholic.

[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.
Which is no sooner receiv'd, but it is spent.

Enter Guise, Anjou, and the rest.
ANJ. Whom have


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

Which we have chas'd into the river Seine,
That swim about, and so preserve their lives :-
How may we do? I fear me they will live.

Dum. Go, place some men upon the bridge,
With bows and darts, to shoot at them they see,
And sink them in the river as they swim.
Guise. 'Tis well advis'd, Dumaine; go see it

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

Yet will we not the massacre shall end :
Gonzago post you to Orleans,
Retes to Dieppe, Mountsorrell unto Rouen,
And spare not one that you suspect of heresy.

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.


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,

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