_Guise._ Marry, sir, in having a smack in all, And yet didst never sound anything to the depth. Was it not thou that scoff'dst[376] the _Organon_, And said it was a heap of vanities? He that will be a flat dichotomist, And seen in nothing but epitomes, Is in your judgment thought a learnèd man; And he, forsooth, must go and preach in Germany, 30 Excepting against doctors' axioms,[377] And _ipse dixi_ with this quiddity, _Argumentum testimonii est inartificiale._[378] To contradict which, I say, Ramus shall die: How answer you that? your _nego argumentum_ Cannot serve, sirrah.--Kill him. _Ramus._ O, good my lord, let me but speak a word! _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] works 50 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? _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.