That are tutors to him and the prince of Condé. ANJ. For that, let me alone; cousin, stay here, And when you see me in, then follow hard.

He knocketh at the door, and enter the KING of NAVARRE, the PRINCE of CONDE, with their SCHOOLMASTERS.

How now, my lords, how fare you?

NAV. My lord, they say that all the Protestants are massacred.

ANJ. Aye, so they are, but yet, what remedy? I have done all I could to stay the broil.

NAV. But yet, my lord, the report doth run, That you were one that made the massacre.

ANJ. Who, I? you are deceiv'd; I rose but now. GUISE. Murder the Hugonots! Take those pedants hence!

NAV. Thou traitor, Guise! lay off thy bloody

hands.

COND. Come, let us go tell the king.

[Exeunt Nav. and Condé.

GUISE. Come, sirs, I'll whip you to death with

my poignard's point.

ANJ. Away with them both.

[Stabs them.

[Exit.

GUISE. And now, sirs, for this night let our fury

stay.

Yet will we not the massacre shall end:

Gonzago post you to Orleans,

Retes to Dieppe, Mountsorrell unto Rouen,

And spare not one that you suspect of heresy.

And now, stay that bell, that to the devil's matins

rings.

Now ev'ry man put off his burgonet,

And so convey him closely to his bed.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

Enter ANJOU, with two LORDS of POLAND.

ANJ. My lords of Poland, I must needs confess. The offer of your Prince Elector's far

Beyond the reach of my deserts;

For Poland is, as I have been inform'd,
A martial people worthy such a king
As hath sufficient council in himself

To lighten doubts, and frustrate subtle foes.
And such a king, whom practice long hath taught
To please himself with manage of the wars,
The greatest wars within our Christian bounds,
I mean our wars against the Muscovites;
And on the other side against the Turk;
Rich princes both, and mighty emperors:
Yet, by my brother Charles, our king of France,
And by his grace's council, it is thought,
That if I undertake to wear the crown

Of Poland, it may prejudice their hope
Of
my inheritance to the crown of France.
For if th' Almighty take my brother hence,

By due descent the regal seat is mine.

With Poland, therefore, must I cov'nant thus,-
That if, by death of Charles, the diadem

Of France be cast on me, then, with your leaves,
I may retire me to my native home.

If

your commission serve to warrant this,

I thankfully shall undertake the charge

Of you and yours; and carefully maintain
The wealth and safety of your kingdom's right.

1 LORD. All this, and more your highness shall

command,

For Poland's crown and kingly diadem.

ANJ. Then, come, my lords, let's go. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter two MEN, with the ADMIRAL's body. 1 MAN. Now, sirrah, what shall we do with the Admiral?

2 MAN. Why, let us burn him for a heretic.

1 MAN. Oh, no, his body will infect the fire, and

the fire the air, and so we shall be poisoned with him.

2 MAN. What shall we do then?

1 MAN. Let's throw him into the river.

2 MAN. Oh! 'twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and the fish ourselves, when we eat them.

1 MAN. Then throw him into the ditch.

me.

2 MAN. No, no; to decide all doubts, be ruled by Let's hang him upon this tree.

1 MAN. Agreed. [They hang him up, and exeunt.

Enter GUISE, the QUEEN MOTHER, and the CAR-
DINAL, with ATTENDANTS.

GUISE. Now, madam, how like you our lusty
Admiral?

Q. Mo. Believe me, Guise, he becomes the place

so well,

That I could long ere this have wished him there. But come, let's walk aside; th' air's not very sweet. GUISE. No, by my faith, madam.

Sirs, take him away, and throw him in some ditch. [The Attendants bear off the Admiral's body.

And now, madam, as I understand,

There are an hundred Hugonots and more,
Which in the woods do hold their synagogue,
And daily meet about this time of day;
Thither will I, to put them to the sword.

Q. Mo. 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.

GUISE. Madam, I go, as whirlwinds rage before

storm.

[Exit.

Q. Mo. My lord of Lorraine, have you mark'd 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 'mongst the Hugonots?

CARD. Madam, I have heard him solemnly vow,

With the rebellious King of Navarre,

For to revenge their deaths upon us all.

Q. Mo. Aye, 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's go.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

Enter five or six PROTESTANTS, with books, and kneel
together. Enter also GUISE, and others.
GUISE. Down with the Hugonots! murder them!
1 PRO. O Monsieur de Guise, hear me but speak!
GUISE. No, villain, no! that tongue of thine,
That hath blasphem'd the holy Church of Rome,
Shall drive no plaints into the Guise's ears,
To make the justice of my heart relent.

Tue! tue! tue! let none escape. [They kill them.
So, drag them away.

[Exeunt.

Enter KING CHARLES, supported by NAVARRE and EPERNOUNE; the QUEEN MOTHER, the CARDINAL, and PLESHE.

CHAR. Oh! let me stay, and rest me here awhile; A griping pain hath seiz'd upon my heart;

A sudden pain, the messenger of death.

Q. Mo. Oh, say not so, thou kill'st thy mother's heart.