Volume II Part 53 (1/2)
_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?