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 Tue, tue, tue, let none escape, murder the Hugonets.

Anjoy. Kill them, kill them.

Guise. Loreine, Loreine, follow Loreine, Sirra, Are you a preacher of these heresies?

Loreine. I am a preacher of the word of God, And thou a traitor to thy soule and him.

Guise. Dearely beloved brother, thus tis written.

Anjoy. Stay my Lord, let me begin the psalme.

Guise. Come dragge him away and throw him in a ditch.

Serouns wife. Who is that which knocks there?

Mount. Mountsorrell from the Duke of Guise.

Wife. Husband come down, heer's one would speak with you from the Duke of Guise.

To speek with me from such a man as he?

Mount. I, I, for this Seroune, and thou shalt hate.

Seroune. O let me pray before I take my death.

Mount. Despatch then quickly.