Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE XI. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE XI. - 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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Entertwo Men, with theAdmiral'Sbody.
- Now, sirrah, what shall we do with the Admiral?
- Why, let us burn him for an heretic.
- O no! his body will infect the fire, and the fire the air, and so we shall be poisoned with him.
- Let's throw him into the river.
- O, 'twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and the fish ourselves when we eat them!
- Then throw him into the ditch.
- No, no. To decide all doubts, be ruled by me: let's hang him here upon this tree.
- [They hang up the body on a tree, and then exeunt.
- EnterGuise, Catherinethe Queen-Mother, and theCardinalOfLorraine, with Attendants.
- Now, madam, how like you our lusty Admiral?
- Believe me, Guise, he becomes the place so well
- As I could long ere this have wish'd him there.
- But come,
- Let's walk aside; the air's not very sweet.
- No, by my faith, madam.—
- Sirs, take him away, and throw him in some ditch.
- The Attendants bear off theAdmiral'Sbody.
- And now, madam, as I understand,
- There are a hundred Huguenots and more,
- Which in the woods do hold their synagogue,
- And daily meet about this time of day;
- And thither will I, to put them to the sword.
- Do so, sweet Guise; let us delay no time,
- For, if these stragglers gather head again,
- And disperse themselves throughout the realm of France,
- It will be hard for us to work their deaths.
- Be gone; delay no time, sweet Guise.
- I go as whirlwinds rage before a storm.
- My Lord of Lorraine, have you marked of late,
- How Charles our son begins for to lament
- For the late night's work which my Lord of Guise
- Did make in Paris among the Huguenots?
- Madam, I have heard him solemnly vow,
- With the rebellious King of Navarre,
- To revenge their deaths upon us all.
- Ay, but, my lord, let me alone for that;
- For Catherine must have her will in France.
- As I do live, so surely shall he die,
- And Henry then shall wear the diadem;
- And, if he grudge or cross his mother's will,
- I'll disinherit him and all the rest;
- For I'll rule France, but they shall wear the crown,
- And, if they storm, I then may pull them down.
- Come, my lord, let us go.