Retes. O, let him go; he is a Catholic. [Exit Talæus.
Gon. Come, Ramus, more gold, or thou shall have the stab.
Ramus. Alas, I am a scholar! how should I have gold? All that I have is but my stipend from the king, Which is no sooner receiv'd but it is spent.
Enter Guise, Anjou, Dumaine, Mountsorrell, and Soldiers.
Anj. Who have you there?
Retes. 'Tis Ramus, the king's Professor of Logic.20
Guise. Stab him.
Ramus. O, good my lord, Wherein hath Ramus been so offensious?
Guise. Marry, sir, in having a smack in all, And yet didst never sound anything to the depth. Was it not thou that scoff'dst [376] the Organon, And said it was a heap of vanities? He that will be a flat dichotomist, And seen in nothing but epitomes, Is in your judgment thought a learnèd man; And he, forsooth, must go and preach in Germany,30 Excepting against doctors' axioms, [377] And ipse dixi with this quiddity, Argumentum testimonii est inartificiale. [378] To contradict which, I say, Ramus shall die: How answer you that? your nego argumentum Cannot serve, sirrah.—Kill him.