Nav. My lord, they say That all the Protestants are massacred.
Anj. I, so they are; but yet, what remedy?70 I have done what I could to stay this broil.
Nav. But yet, my lord, the report doth run That you were one that made this massacre.
Anj. Who, I? you are deceiv'd; I rose but now. [Guise and the others come forward [387] from the back of the stage.
Guise. Murder the Huguenots! take those pedants hence!
Nav. Thou traitor, Guise, lay off thy bloody hands!
Con. Come, let us go tell the king. [Exit with the King of Navarre.
Guise. Come, sirs, I'll whip you to death with my poniard's point. [Stabs the Schoolmasters, who die.
Anj. Away with them both! [Exeunt Anjou and Soldiers with the bodies.
Guise. And now, sirs, for this night let our fury stay. Yet will we not that the massacre shall end:81 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 every man put off his burgonet, And so convey him closely to his bed. [Exeunt.