Scene V

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