GONZAGO _and others enter the_ ADMIRAL'S _house; the_ ADMIRAL _discovered in bed_. _Anj._ In lucky time: come, let us keep this lane, And slay his servants that shall issue out. _Gon._ Where is the Admiral? _Adm._ O let me pray before I die! _Gon._ Then pray unto our Lady; kiss this cross. [_Stabs him._ _Adm._ O God, forgive my sins! [_Dies._ _Guise._ Gonzago, what, is he dead? _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. _Anj._ Anjou will follow thee. _Dum._ And so will Dumaine. [_The ordnance being shot off, the bell tolls_. _Guise._ Come, then, let's away. [_Exeunt_. SCENE VII. _Enter_[371] GUISE _and the rest with their swords drawn, chasing the Protestants._ _Guise._ _Tuez, tuez, tuez!_ Let none escape! murder the Huguenots! _Anj._ Kill them! kill them! [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ LOREINE _running_; GUISE _and the rest pursuing him._ _Guise._ Loreine, Loreine! follow Loreine!--Sirrah, Are you a preacher of these heresies? _Lor._ I am a preacher of the word of God; And thou a traitor to thy soul and him. _Guise._ "Dearly belovèd brother,"--thus 'tis written. [_Stabs_ LOREINE, _who dies_. _Anj._ Stay, my lord, let me begin the psalm.