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_Guise._ Cousin, 'tis he; I know him by his look: See where my soldier shot him through the arm; He miss'd him near, but we have struck him now.-- Ah, base Chatillon and degenerate, Chief Standard-bearer to the Lutherans, Thus, in despite of thy religion, The Duke of Guise stamps on thy lifeless bulk!
_Anj._ Away with him! cut off his head and hands, 40 And send them for a present to the Pope;[369]
And, when this just revenge is finished, Unto Mount Falcon[370] will we drag his corse;
And he, that living hated so the Cross, Shall, being dead, be hanged thereon in chains.
_Guise._ Anjou, Gonzago, Retes, if that you three Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine, There shall not a Huguenot breathe in France.
_Anj._ I swear by this cross, we'll not be partial, But slay as many as we can come near. 50
_Guise._ Mountsorrell, go shoot the ordnance off, That they, which have already set the street, May know their watchword; then toll the bell, And so let's forward to the ma.s.sacre.
_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.
[_The ordnance being shot off, the bell tolls_.
_Guise._ Come, then, let's away.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE VII.
_Enter_[371] GUISE _and the rest with their swords drawn, chasing the Protestants._
_Guise._ _Tuez, tuez, tuez!_ Let none escape! murder the Huguenots!
_Anj._ Kill them! kill them! [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ LOREINE _running_; GUISE _and the rest pursuing him._
_Guise._ Loreine, Loreine! follow Loreine!--Sirrah, Are you a preacher of these heresies?
_Lor._ I am a preacher of the word of G.o.d; And thou a traitor to thy soul and him.
_Guise._ "Dearly beloved brother,"--thus 'tis written.
[_Stabs_ LOREINE, _who dies_.
_Anj._ Stay, my lord, let me begin the psalm.
_Guise._ Come, drag him away, and throw him in a ditch. 10 [_Exeunt with the body._
SCENE VIII.
_Enter_[372] MOUNTSORRELL, _and knocks at_ SEROUNE'S _door._
_Seroune's Wife_ [_within_]. Who is that which knocks there?
_Mount._ Mountsorrell, from the Duke of Guise.
_Seroune's Wife_ [_within_]. Husband, come down; here's one would speak with you From the Duke of Guise.
_Enter_ SEROUNE _from the house._
_Ser._ To speak with me, from such a man as he?
_Mount._ I, I, for this, Seroune; and thou shalt ha't.
[_Showing his dagger._
_Ser._ O, let me pray, before I take my death!
_Mount._ Despatch, then, quickly.
_Ser._ O Christ, my Saviour!
_Mount._ Christ, villain!
Why, darest thou presume to call on Christ, 10 Without the intercession of some saint?
_Sanctus_[373] _Jacobus_, he's[374] my saint; pray to him.
_Ser._ O let me pray unto my G.o.d!
_Mount._ Then take this with you.
[_Stabs_ SEROUNE, _who dies; and then exit._
SCENE IX.
_Enter_ RAMUS, _in his study._
_Ramus._ What fearful cries come from the river Seine,[375]
That fright poor Ramus sitting at his book!
I fear the Guisians have pa.s.s'd the bridge, And mean once more to menace me.
_Enter_ TALaeUS.
_Tal._ Fly, Ramus, fly, if thou wilt save thy life!
_Ramus._ Tell me, Talaeus, 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 Talaeus, stay. 10
_Enter_ GONZAGO _and_ RETES.
