1. Lets throw him into the river.

2. Oh twill corrupt the water, and the water the fish, and the
fish our selves when we eate them.

1. Then throw him into the ditch.

2. No, no, to decide all doubts, be rulde by me, lets hang him
upon this tree.

1. Agreede.

They hang him.

Enter the Duke of Guise, and Queene Mother, and the
Cardinall [of Loraine].

GUISE. Now Madame, how like you our lusty Admirall?

QUEENE MOTHER. Beleeve me Guise he becomes the place so well,
That I could long ere this have wisht him there.
But come lets walke aside, th'airs not very sweet.

GUISE. No by my faith Madam.
Sirs, take him away and throw him in some ditch.

Carry away the dead body.

And now Madam as I understand,
There anre a hundred Hugonets and more,