Gon. I, my lord.30
Guise. Then throw him down. [368] [The body of the Admiral is thrown down.
Anj. Now, cousin, view him well: It maybe 'tis some other, and he escap'd.
Guise. 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!
Anj. Away with him! cut off his head and hands,40 And send them for a present to the Pope; [369] And, when this just revenge is finishèd, Unto Mount Falcon [370] will we drag his corse; And he, that living hated so the Cross, Shall, being dead, be hanged thereon in chains.
Guise. Anjou, Gonzago, Retes, if that you three Will be as resolute as I and Dumaine, There shall not a Huguenot breathe in France.
Anj. I swear by this cross, we'll not be partial, But slay as many as we can come near.50
Guise. 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.
Mount. I will, my lord. [Exit.
Guise. And now, my lords, let's closely to our business.