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SCENE VI. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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EnterGuise, Anjou, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, Mountsorrell, and Soldiers, to the massacre.
- Anjou, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, swear,
- By the argent crosses in your burgonets,
- To kill all that you suspect of heresy.
- I swear by this, to be unmerciful.
- I am disguis'd, and none knows who I am,
- And therefore mean to murder all I meet.
- Away, then! break into the Admiral's house.
- Ay, let the Admiral be first despatch'd.
- The Admiral,
- Chief standard-bearer to the Lutherans,
- Shall in the entrance of this massacre
- Be murder'd in his bed.
- Gonzago, conduct them thither; and then
- That charge is mine.—Switzers, keep you the streets;
- And at each corner shall the king's guard stand.
- Come, sirs, follow me.
- [ExitGonzagowith others
- Cousin, the captain of the Admiral's guard,
- Plac'd by my brother, will betray his lord.
- Now, Guise, shall Catholics flourish once again;
- The head being off, the members cannot stand.
- But look, my lord, there's some in the Admiral's house.
- Gonzagoand others enter theAdmiral'SHouse; TheAdmiraldiscovered in bed.
- In lucky time: come, let us keep this lane,
- And slay his servants that shall issue out.
- O let me pray before I die!
- Then pray unto our Lady; kiss this cross
- [Stabs him.
- O God, forgive my sins!
- Gonzago, what, is he dead?
- Then throw him down.
- [The body of theAdmiralis thrown down.
- Now, cousin, view him well:
- It maybe 'tis some other, and he escap'd.
- 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!
- Away with him! cut off his head and hands,
- And send them for a present to the Pope,
- And, when this just revenge is finishèd,
- Unto Mount Faucon will we drag his corse.
- And he, that living hated so the Cross,
- Shall, being dead, be hanged thereon in chains.
- Anjou, Gonzago, Retes, if that you three
- Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine,
- There shall not a Huguenot breathe in France.
- I swear by this cross, we'll not be partial,
- But slay as many as we can come near.
- 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 massacre.
- And now, my lords, let's closely to our business
- And so will Dumaine.
- [The ordnance being shot off, the bell tolls
- Come, then, let's away.
- “Take them to guard: this entrance to our warres
- Is full of spirit, and begets much hope.”
- 'O, may they once as high as Haman mount,
- And from Mount Faulcon give a sad account, &c Sylvester's Du Bartas's Works.”—Dyce.