Anj. Well, say on.
Ramus. Not for my life do I desire this pause; But in my latter hour to purge myself,40 In that I know the things that I have wrote, Which, as I hear, one Scheckius [379] takes it ill, Because my places, [380] being but three, contain all his. I knew the Organon to be confus'd, And I reduc'd it into better form: And this for Aristotle will I say, That he that despiseth him can ne'er Be good in logic or philosophy; And that's because the blockish Sorbonnists[381] Attribute as much unto their [own] works50 As to the service of the eternal God.
Guise. Why suffer you that peasant to declaim? Stab[382] him, I say, and send him to his friends in hell.
Anj. Ne'er was there collier's [383] son so full of pride. [Stabs Ramus, who dies.
Guise. My Lord of Anjou, there are a hundred Protestants Which we have chased into the river Seine, [384] That swim about, and so preserve their lives: How may we do? I fear me they will live.
Dum. Go place some men upon the bridge, With bows and darts, to shoot at them they see,60 And sink them in the river as they swim.
Guise. 'Tis well advis'd, Dumaine; go see it straight be done. [Exit Dumaine. And in the meantime, my lord, could we devise To get those pedants from the King Navarre, That are tutors to him and the Prince of Condé—
Anj. For that, let me alone: cousin, stay you here, And when you see me in, then follow hard.[385]
Anjou knocketh at the door: and enter the King of Navarre and the Prince of Condé, [386] with their two Schoolmasters.
How now, my lords! how fare you?