The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)Marlowe, Christopher
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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Marlowe, Christopher
English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600
_Guise._ Come, drag him away, and throw him in a ditch. 10
[_Exeunt with the body._
SCENE VIII.
_Enter_[372] MOUNTSORRELL, _and knocks at_
SEROUNE'S _door._
_Seroune's Wife_ [_within_]. Who is that which knocks there?
_Mount._ Mountsorrell, from the Duke of Guise.
_Seroune's Wife_ [_within_]. Husband, come down; here's
one would speak with you
From the Duke of Guise.
_Enter_ SEROUNE _from the house._
_Ser._ To speak with me, from such a man as he?
_Mount._ I, I, for this, Seroune; and thou shalt ha't.
[_Showing his dagger._
_Ser._ O, let me pray, before I take my death!
_Mount._ Despatch, then, quickly.
_Ser._ O Christ, my Saviour!
_Mount._ Christ, villain!
Why, darest thou presume to call on Christ, 10
Without the intercession of some saint?
_Sanctus_[373] _Jacobus_, he's[374] my saint; pray to him.
_Ser._ O let me pray unto my God!
_Mount._ Then take this with you.
[_Stabs_ SEROUNE, _who dies; and then exit._
SCENE IX.
_Enter_ RAMUS, _in his study._
_Ramus._ What fearful cries come from the river Seine,[375]
That fright poor Ramus sitting at his book!
I fear the Guisians have pass'd the bridge,
And mean once more to menace me.
_Enter_ TALÆUS.
_Tal._ Fly, Ramus, fly, if thou wilt save thy life!
_Ramus._ Tell me, Talæus, wherefore should I fly?
_Tal._ The Guisians are
Hard at thy door, and mean to murder us:
Hark, hark, they come! I'll leap out at the window.
_Ramus_. Sweet Talæus, stay. 10
_Enter_ GONZAGO _and_ RETES.
_Gon._ Who goes there?
_Retes._ 'Tis Talæus, Ramus' bedfellow.
_Gon._ What art thou?
_Tal._ I am, as Ramus is, a Christian.
_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?
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