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    Scene V

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    Enter Guise, Anjoy, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, Montsorrell, and
    Souldiers to the massacre.


    GUISE
    Anjoy, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, sweare by
    The argent crosses on your burgonets,
    To kill all that you suspect of heresie.

    DUMAINE
    I sweare by this to be unmercifull.

    ANJOY
    I am disguisde and none nows who I am,
    And therfore meane to murder all I meet.

    GONZAGO
    And so will I.

    RETES
    And I.

    GUISE
    Away then, break into the Admirals house.

    GETES
    I let the Admirall be first dispatcht.

    GUISE
    The Admirall,
    Cheefe standard bearer to the Lutheranes,
    Shall in the entrance of this Massacre,
    Be murdered in his bed.
    Gonzago conduct them hither, and then
    Beset his house that not a man may live.

    ANJOY
    That charge is mine. Swizers keepe you the streetes,
    And at ech corner shall the Kings garde stand.

    GONZAGO
    Come sirs follow me.

    Exit Gonzago and others with him.

    ANJOY
    Cossin, the Captaine of the Admirals guarde,
    Plac'd by my brother, will betray his Lord:
    Now Guise shall catholiques flourish once againe,
    The head being of, the members cannot stand.

    RETES
    But look my Lord, ther's some in the Admirals house.

    Enter [above Gonzago and others] into the Admirals house,
    and he in his bed.


    ANJOY
    In lucky time, come let us keep this lane,
    And slay his servants that shall issue out.

    GONZAGO
    Where is the Admirall?

    ADMIRALL
    O let me pray before I dye.

    GONZAGO
    Then pray unto our Ladye, kisse this crosse.

    Stab him.

    ADMIRALL
    O God forgive my sins.

    GUISE
    What, is he dead Gonzago?

    GONZAGO
    I my Lord.

    GUISE
    Then throw him down.

    [The body is thrown down. Exeunt Gonzago and rest above.]

    ANJOY
    Now cosin view him well,
    It may be it is some other, and he escapte.

    GUISE
    Cosin tis he, I know him by his look.
    See where my Souldier shot him through the arm.
    He mist him neer, but we have strook him now.
    Ah base Shatillian and degenerate,
    Cheef standard bearer to the Lutheranes,
    Thus in despite of thy Religion,
    The Duke of Guise stampes on thy liveles bulke.

    Away with him, cut of his head and handes,
    And send them for a present to the Pope:
    And when this just revenge is finished,
    Unto mount Faucon will we dragge his coarse:
    And he that living hated so the crosse,
    Shall being dead, be hangd thereon in chaines.

    GUISE
    Anjoy, Gonzago, Retes, if that you three,
    Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine:
    There shall not a Hugonet breath in France.

    ANJOY
    I sweare by this crosse, wee'l not be partiall,
    But slay as many as we can come neer.

    GUISE
    Mountsorrett, go and shoote the ordinance of,
    That they which have already set the street
    May know their watchword, and then tole the bell,
    And so lets forward to the Massacre.

    MOUNTSORRELL
    I will my Lord.

    Exit Mountsorrell.

    GUISE
    And now my Lords let us closely to our busines.

    ANJOY
    Anjoy will follow thee.

    DUMAINE
    And so will Dumaine.

    The ordinance being shot of, the bell tolles.

    GUISE
    Come then, lets away.

    Exeunt.

    The Guise enters againe, with all the rest, with their Swords drawne,
    chasing the Protestants.


    GUISE
    Tue, tue, tue,
    Let none escape, murder the Hugonets.

    ANJOY
    Kill them, kill them.

    Exeunt.

    Enter Loreine running, the Guise and the rest pursuing him.

    GUISE
    Loreine, Loreine, follow Loreine.. Sirra,
    Are you a preacher of these heresies?

    LOREINE
    I am a preacher of the word of God,
    And thou a traitor to thy soule and him.

    GUISE
    Dearely beloved brother, thus tis written.

    He stabs him.

    ANJOY
    Stay my Lord, let me begin the psalme.

    GUISE
    Come dragge him away and throw him in a ditch.

    Exeunt [omnes].
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