massacre at paris(巴黎大屠杀)-第3节
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Souldiers to the massacre。
GUISE。 Anjoy； Dumaine； Gonzago； Retes； sweare by The argent
crosses on your burgonets； To kill all that you suspect of heresie。
DUMAINE。 I sweare by this to be unmercifull。
ANJOY。 I am disguisde and none nows who I am； And therfore meane
to murder all I meet。
GONZAGO。 And so will I。
RETES。 And I。
GUISE。 Away then； break into the Admirals house。
GETES。 I let the Admirall be first dispatcht。
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。
GONZAGO。 Come sirs follow me。
Exit Gonzago and others with him。
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。
GONZAGO。 Where is the Admirall？
ADMIRALL。 O let me pray before I dye。
GONZAGO。 Then pray unto our Ladye； kisse this crosse。
12
… Page 13…
Massacre at Paris
Stab him。
ADMIRALL。 O God forgive my sins。
GUISE。 What； is he dead Gonzago？
GONZAGO。 I my Lord。
GUISE。 Then throw him down。
＇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。
MOUNTSORRELL。 I will my Lord。
Exit Mountsorrell。
GUISE。 And now my Lords let us closely to our busines。
ANJOY。 Anjoy will follow thee。
DUMAINE。 And so will Dumaine。
The ordinance being shot of； the bell tolles。
GUISE。 Come then； lets away。
Exeunt。
The Guise enters againe； with all the rest； with their Swords drawne；
13
… Page 14…
Massacre at Paris
chasing the Protestants。
GUISE。 Tue； tue； tue； Let none escape； murder the Hugonets。
ANJOY。 Kill them； kill them。
Exeunt。
Enter Loreine running； the Guise and the rest pursuing him。
GUISE。 Loreine； Loreine； follow Loreine。。 Sirra； Are you a preacher
of these heresies？
LOREINE。 I am a preacher of the word of God； And thou a traitor to
thy soule and him。
GUISE。 Dearely beloved brother； thus tis written。
He stabs him。
ANJOY。 Stay my Lord； let me begin the psalme。
GUISE。 Come dragge him away and throw him in a ditch。
Exeunt ＇omnes＇。
14
… Page 15…
Massacre at Paris
＇SceneVI＇
Enter Mountsorrell and knocks at Serouns doore。
SEROUNS WIFE。 Who is't that knocks there？
＇Within。＇
MOUNTSORRELL。 Mountsorrett from the Duke of Guise。
SEROUNS WIFE。 Husband come down； heer's one would speak with
you from the Duke of Guise。
Enter Seroune。
SEROUNE。 To speek with me from such a man as he？
MOUNTSORRELL。 I； I； for this Seroune； and thou shalt ha't。
Shewing his dagger。
SEROUNE。 O let me pray before I take my death。
MOUNTSORRELL。 Despatch then quickly。
SEROUNE。 O Christ my Saviour
MOUNTSORRELL。 Christ； villaine？ Why； darst thou presume to call
on Christ； Without the intercession of some Saint？ Sanctus Jacobus hee
was my Saint； pray to him。
SEROUNE。 O let me pray unto my God。
MOUNTSORRELL。 Then take this with you。
Stab him ＇and he falls within and dies＇。
Exit。
15
… Page 16…
Massacre at Paris
＇SceneVII＇
Enter Ramus in his studie。
RAMUS。 What fearfull cries come from the river Sene； That fright
poore Ramus sitting at his book？ I feare the Guisians have past the bridge；
And meane once more to menace me。
Enter Taleus。
TALEUS。 Flye Ramus flye； if thou wilt save thy life。
RAMUS。 Tell me Taleus； wherfore should I flye？
TALEUS。 The Guisians are hard at thy doore； And meane to murder us：
Harke； harke they come； Ile leap out at the window。
＇Runs out from studie。＇
RAMUS。 Sweet Taleus stay。
Enter Gonzago and Retes。
GONZAGO。 Who goes there？
RETES。 Tis Taleus； Ramus bedfellow。
GONZAGO。 What art thou？
TALEUS。 I am as Ramus is； a Christian。
RETES。 O let him goe； he is a catholick。
Exit Taleus。
Enter Ramus ＇out of his studie＇。
GONZAGO。 Come Ramus； more golde； or thou shalt have the stabbe。
RAMUS。 Alas I am a scholler； how should I have golde？ All that I
have is but my stipend from the King； Which is no sooner receiv'd but it is
spent。
Enter the Guise and Anjoy ＇； Dumaine； Mountsorrell； with soldiers＇。
ANJOY。 Whom have you there？
RETES。 Tis Ramus； the Kings professor of Logick。
GUISE。 Stab him。
RAMUS。 O good my Lord； Wherein hath Ramus been so offencious？
GUISE。 Marry sir； in having a smack in all； And yet didst never sound
16
… Page 17…
Massacre at Paris
any thing to the depth。 Was it not thou that scoff'dst the Organon； And said
it was a heape of vanities？ He that will be a flat decotamest； And seen in
nothing but Epitomies： Is in your judgment thought a learned man。 And he
forsooth must goe and preach in Germany： Excepting against Doctors
actions； And ipse dixi with this quidditie； Argumentum testimonis est in
arte partialis。 To contradict which； I say Ramus shall dye： How answere
you that？ your nego argumentum Cannot serve； Sirrah； kill him。
RAMUS。 O good my Lord； let me but speak a word。
ANJOY。 Well； say on。
RAMUS。 Not for my life doe I desire this pause； But in my latter
houre to purge my selfe； In that I know the things that I have wrote； Which
as I heare one Shekins takes it ill； Because my places being but three；
contain all his： I knew the Organon to be confusde； And I reduc'd it into
better forme。 And this for Aristotle will I say； That he that despiseth him；
can nere Be good in Logick or Philosophie。 And thats because the blockish
Sorbonests Attribute as much unto their workes； As to the service of the
eternall God。
GUISE。 Why suffer you that peasant to declaime？ Stab him I say and
send him to his freends in hell。
ANJOY。 Nere was there Colliars sonne so full of pride。
Kill him。 ＇Close the studie。＇
GUISE。 My Lord Anjoy； there are a hundred Protestants； Which we
have chaste into the river Sene； That swim about and so preserve their
lives： How may we doe？ I feare me they will live。
DUMAINE。 Goe place some men upon the bridge； With bowes and
cartes to shoot at them they see； And sinke them in the river as they swim。
GUISE。 Tis well advisde Dumain； goe see it done。
Exit Dumaine。
And in the mean time my Lord； could we devise； To get those pedantes
from the Ki
