massacre at paris(巴黎大屠杀)-第4章
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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
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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
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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。
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＇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。
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＇SceneIX＇
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 th
