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[Scene vi]

Enter Mountsorrell and knocks at Serouns doore.

 
   SEROUNS WIFE. Who is't that knocks there?
 

        [Within.]

 
   MOUNTSORRELL. Mountsorrett from the Duke of Guise.
 
 
   SEROUNS WIFE. Husband come down, heer's one would speak with
   you from the Duke of Guise.
 

Enter Seroune.

 
   SEROUNE. To speek with me from such a man as he?
 
 
   MOUNTSORRELL. I, I, for this Seroune, and thou shalt ha't.
        Shewing his dagger.
 
 
   SEROUNE. O let me pray before I take my death.
 
 
   MOUNTSORRELL. Despatch then quickly.
 
 
   SEROUNE. O Christ my Saviour—
 
 
   MOUNTSORRELL. Christ, villaine?
   Why, darst thou presume to call on Christ,
   Without the intercession of some Saint?
   Sanctus Jacobus hee was my Saint, pray to him.
 
 
   SEROUNE. O let me pray unto my God.
 
 
   MOUNTSORRELL. Then take this with you.
        Stab him [and he falls within and dies].
 

Exit

[Scene vii]

Enter Ramus in his studie.

 
   RAMUS. What fearfull cries come from the river Sene,
   That fright poore Ramus sitting at his book?
   I feare the Guisians have past the bridge,
   And meane once more to menace me.
 

Enter Taleus.

 
   TALEUS. Flye Ramus flye, if thou wilt save thy life.
 
 
   RAMUS. Tell me Taleus, wherfore should I flye?
 
 
   TALEUS. The Guisians are hard at thy doore,
   And meane to murder us:
   Harke, harke they come, Ile leap out at the window.
 

        [Runs out from studie.]

 
   RAMUS. Sweet Taleus stay.
 

Enter Gonzago and Retes.

 
   GONZAGO. Who goes there?
 
 
   RETES. Tis Taleus, Ramus bedfellow.
 
 
   GONZAGO. What art thou?
 
 
   TALEUS. I am as Ramus is, a Christian.
 
 
   RETES. O let him goe, he is a catholick.
 

Exit Taleus.

Enter Ramus [out of his studie].

 
   GONZAGO. Come Ramus, more golde, or thou shalt have the stabbe.
 
 
   RAMUS. Alas I am a scholler, how should I have golde?
   All that I have is but my stipend from the King,
   Which is no sooner receiv'd but it is spent.
 

Enter the Guise and Anjoy [, Dumaine, Mountsorrell, with soldiers].

 
   ANJOY. Whom have you there?
 
 
   RETES. Tis Ramus, the Kings professor of Logick.
 
 
   GUISE. Stab him.
 
 
   RAMUS. O good my Lord,
   Wherein hath Ramus been so offencious?
 
 
   GUISE. Marry sir, in having a smack in all,
   And yet didst never sound any thing to the depth.
   Was it not thou that scoff'dst the Organon,
   And said it was a heape of vanities?
   He that will be a flat decotamest,
   And seen in nothing but Epitomies:
   Is in your judgment thought a learned man.
   And he forsooth must goe and preach in Germany:
   Excepting against Doctors actions,
   And ipse dixi with this quidditie,
   Argumentum testimonis est in arte partialis.
   To contradict which, I say Ramus shall dye:
   How answere you that? your nego argumentum
   Cannot serve, Sirrah, kill him.
 
 
   RAMUS. O good my Lord, let me but speak a word.
 
 
   ANJOY. Well, say on.
 
 
   RAMUS. Not for my life doe I desire this pause,
   But in my latter houre to purge my selfe,
   In that I know the things that I have wrote,
   Which as I heare one Shekins takes it ill,
   Because my places being but three, contain all his:
   I knew the Organon to be confusde,
   And I reduc'd it into better forme.
   And this for Aristotle will I say,
   That he that despiseth him, can nere
   Be good in Logick or Philosophie.
   And thats because the blockish Sorbonests
   Attribute as much unto their workes,
   As to the service of the eternall God.
 
 
   GUISE. Why suffer you that peasant to declaime?
   Stab him I say and send him to his freends in hell.
 
 
   ANJOY. Nere was there Colliars sonne so full of pride.
        Kill him. [Close the studie.]
 
 
   GUISE. My Lord Anjoy, there are a hundred Protestants,
   Which we have chaste into the river Sene,
   That swim about and so preserve their lives:
   How may we doe? I feare me they will live.
 
 
   DUMAINE. Goe place some men upon the bridge,
   With bowes and cartes to shoot at them they see,
   And sinke them in the river as they swim.
   GUISE. Tis well advisde Dumain, goe see it done.
 

Exit Dumaine.

 
   And in the mean time my Lord, could we devise,
   To get those pedantes from the King Navarre,
   That are tutors to him and the prince of Condy—
   ANJOY. For that let me alone, Cousin stay heer,
   And when you see me in, then follow hard.
 

He knocketh, and enter the King of Navarre and Prince of Condy, with their scholmaisters.

 
   How now my Lords, how fare you?
 
 
   NAVARRE. My Lord, they say
   That all the protestants are massacred.
 
 
   ANJOY. I, so they are, but yet what remedy:
   I have done all I could to stay this broile.
 
 
   NAVARRE. But yet my Lord the report doth run,
   That you were one that made this Massacre.
 
 
   ANJOY. Who I? you are deceived, I rose but now
 

Enter [to them] Guise.

 
   GUISE. Murder the Hugonets, take those pedantes hence.
 
 
   NAVARRE. Thou traitor Guise, lay of thy bloudy hands.
 
 
   CONDY. Come let us goe tell the King.
 

Exeunt [Condy and Navarre].

 
   GUISE. Come sirs, Ile whip you to death with my punniards point.
        He kils them.
 
 
   ANJOY. Away with them both.
 

Exit Anjoy [and soldiers with bodies].

 
   GUISE. And now sirs for this night let our fury stay.
   Yet will we not the Massacre shall end:
   Gonzago posse you to Orleance, Retes to Deep,
   Mountsorrell unto Roan, and spare not one
   That you suspect of heresy. And now stay
   That bel that to the devils mattins rings.
   Now every man put of his burgonet,
   And so convey him closely to his bed.
 

Exeunt

[Scene viii]

Enter Anjoy, with two Lords of Poland.

 
   ANJOY. My Lords of Poland I must needs confesse,
   The offer of your Prince Elector's, farre
   Beyond the reach of my desertes:
   For Poland is as I have been enformde,
   A martiall people, worthy such a King,
   As hath sufficient counsaile in himselfe,
   To lighten doubts and frustrate subtile foes.
   And such a King whom practice long hath taught,
   To please himselfe with mannage of the warres,
   The greatest warres within our Christian bounds,
   I meane our warres against the Muscovites:
   And on the other side against the Turke,
   Rich Princes both, and mighty Emperours:
   Yet by my brother Charles our King of France,
   And by his graces councell it is thought,
   That if I undertake to weare the crowne
   Of Poland, it may prejudice their hope
   Of my inheritance to the crowne of France:
   For if th'almighty take my brother hence,
   By due discent the Regall seat is mine.
   With Poland therfore must I covenant thus,
   That if by death of Charles, the diadem
   Of France be cast on me, then with your leaves
   I may retire me to my native home.
   If your commission serve to warrant this,
   I thankfully shall undertake the charge
   Of you and yours, and carefully maintaine
   The wealth and safety of your kingdomes right.
 
 
   LORD. All this and more your highnes shall commaund,
   For Polands crowne and kingly diadem.
 
 
   ANJOY. Then come my Lords, lets goe.
 

Exeunt

[Scene ix]

Enter two with the Admirals body.

 
   1. Now sirra, what shall we doe with the Admirall?
 
 
   2. Why let us burne him for a heretick.
 
 
   1. O no, his bodye will infect the fire, and the fire the aire, and
   so we shall be poysoned with him.
 
 
   2. What shall we doe then?
 
 
   1. Lets throw him into the river.
 
 
   2. Oh twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and the
   fish our selves when we eate them.
 
 
   1. Then throw him into the ditch.
 
 
   2. No, no, to decide all doubts, be rulde by me, lets hang him
   upon this tree.
 
 
   1. Agreede.
        They hang him.
 

Enter the Duke of Guise, and Queene Mother, and the Cardinall [of Loraine].

 
   GUISE. Now Madame, how like you our lusty Admirall?
 
 
   QUEENE MOTHER. Beleeve me Guise he becomes the place so well,
   That I could long ere this have wisht him there.
   But come lets walke aside, th'airs not very sweet.
 
 
   GUISE. No by my faith Madam.
   Sirs, take him away and throw him in some ditch.
        Carry away the dead body.
   And now Madam as I understand,
   There anre a hundred Hugonets and more,
   Which in the woods doe horde their synagogue:
   And dayly meet about this time of day,
   thither will I to put them to the sword.
 
 
   QUEENE MOTHER. Doe so sweet Guise, let us delay no time,
   For if these straglers gather head againe,
   And disperse themselves throughout the Realme of France,
   It will be hard for us to worke their deaths.
   GUISE. Madam,
   I goe as whirl-winces rage before a storme.
 

Exit Guise.

 
   QUEENE MOTHER. My Lord of Loraine have you marks of late,
   How Charles our sonne begins for to lament
   For the late nights worke which my Lord of Guise
   Did make in Paris amongst the Hugonites?
 
 
   CARDINALL. Madam, I have heard him solemnly vow,
   With the rebellious King of Navarre,
   For to revenge their deaths upon us all.
 
 
   QUEENE MOTHER. I, but my Lord, let me alone for that,
   For Katherine must have her will in France:
   As I doe live, so surely shall he dye,
   And Henry then shall weare the diadem.
   And if he grudge or crosse his Mothers will,
   Ile disinherite him and all the rest:
   For Ile rule France, but they shall weare the crowne:
   And if they storme, I then may pull them downe.
   Come my Lord let's goe.
 

Exeunt