The Massacre
Seroune.
O Christ my Saviour.
Mount.
Christ, villaine, why darst thou presume to call on Christ, without the intercession of some Saint? Sancta Jacobus hee was my Saint, pray to him.
Seroune.
O let me pray unto my God.
Mount.
Stab him.
Exit.
Enter Ramus in his studie.
Ramus.
What fearfull cries comes from the river Rene,
That frightes poore Ramus sitting at his book?
I feare the Guisians have past the bridge,
And meane once more to menace me.
Enter Taleus.
Taleus.
Flye Ramus flye, if thou wilt save thy life.
Ramus.
Tell me Taleus, wherfore should I flye?
Taleus.
The Guisians are hard at thy doore, and meane to murder us: harke, harke they come, Ile leap out at the window.
Ramus.
Sweet Taleus stay.
Enter Gonzago and Retes.
Gonzago.
Retes.
Tis Taleus, Ramus bedfellow.
Gonza.
