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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