Guise. No, by my faith, madam.— Sirs, take him away, and throw him in some ditch.20 [The Attendants bear off the Admiral's body. And now, madam, as I understand, There are a hundred Huguenots and more, Which in the woods do hold their synagogue, And daily meet about this time of day; And thither will I, to put them to the sword.
Cath. Do so, sweet Guise; let us delay no time; For, if these stragglers gather head again, And disperse themselves throught the realm of France, It will be hard for us to work their deaths. Be gone; delay no time, sweet Guise.
Guise. Madam,30 I go as whirlwinds rage before a storm. [Exit.
Cath. My Lord of Lorraine, have you marked of late, How Charles our son begins for to lament For the late night's work which my Lord of Guise Did make in Paris among the Huguenots?
Card. Madam, I have heard him solemnly vow, With the rebellious King of Navarre, To revenge their deaths upon us all.
Cath. I, but, my lord, let me alone for that; For Catherine must have her will in France.40 As I do live, so surely shall he die, And Henry then shall wear the diadem; And, if he grudge or cross his mother's will, I'll disinherit him and all the rest; For I'll rule France, but they shall wear the crown, And, if they storm, I then may pull them down. Come, my lord, let us go. [Exeunt.
SCENE XII.
Enter [391] five or six Protestants, with books, and kneel together. Then enter Guise and others.
Guise. Down with the Huguenots! murder them!