The Massacre
Guise.
Tis well advisde Dumain, goe see it strait be done.
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 you heer,
And when you see me in, then follow hard. He knocketh, and enter the King of Navarre and Prince of Condy, with their scholmaisters.
How now my Lords, how fare you?
Navar.
My Lord, they say that all the protestants are massacred.
Anjoy.
I, so they are, but yet what remedy:
I have done what I could to stay this broile.
Navarr.
But yet my Lord the report doth run,
That you were one that made this Massacre.
An.
Who I, you are deceived, I rose but now.
Enter Guise.
Guise.
Murder the Hugonets, take those pedantes hence.
Na.
Thou traitor Guise, lay of thy bloudy hands.
Condy.
Come let us goe tell the King. Exeunt.
Guise.
Come sirs, Ile whip you to death with my punniards point. he kils them.
Anjoy.
Away with them both. Exit Anjoy.
Guise.
And now sirs for this night let our fury stay.
Yet will we not the Massacre shall end,
Gonzago poste 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 ye devils mattins rings.
Now.
