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.
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.
[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.
