_Gril._ I'll be your customer, and set you up a little better, sirrah;--go, hang him at the next sign-post:--What have you to say for yourself, scoundrel? why were you a rebel?
_2 Cit._ Look you, colonel, 'twas out of no ill meaning to the government; all that I did, was pure obedience to my wife.
_Gril._ Nay, if thou hast a wife that wears the breeches, thou shalt be condemned to live: Get thee home for a hen-pecked traitor.--What, are we encompassed? Nay, then, faces this way; we'll sell our skins to the fairest chapmen.
_Enter_ AUMALE _and Soldiers, on the one side, Citizens on the other._ GRILLON, _and his Party, are disarmed._
_1 Cit._ Bear away that bloody-minded colonel, and hang him up at the next sign-post: Nay, when I am in power, I can make examples too.
_Omn._ Tear him piece-meal; tear him piece-meal. [_Pull and haul him._
_Gril._ Rogues, villains, rebels, traitors, cuckolds! 'Swounds, what do you make of a man? do you think legs and arms are strung upon a wire, like a jointed baby? carry me off quickly, you were best, and hang me decently, according to my first sentence.
_2 Cit._ Look you, colonel; you are too bulky to be carried off all at once; a leg or an arm is one man's burden: give me a little finger for a sample of him, whereby I'll carry it for a token to my sovereign lady.
_Gril._ 'Tis too little, in all conscience, for her; take a bigger token, cuckold. _Et tu, Brute,_ whom I saved? O the conscience of a shopkeeper!
_2 Cit._ Look you, colonel, for your saving of me, I thank you heartily, whereby that debt's paid; but for speaking treason against my anointed wife, that's a new reckoning between us.
_Enter_ GUISE, _with a General's Staff in his Hand;_ MAYENNE, _Cardinal, Archbishop,_ MALICORN, _and Attendants._
_Gui._ [_Bowing, and bareheaded._] I thank you, countrymen: the hand of heaven In all our safeties has appeared this day. Stand on your guard, and double every watch, But stain your triumph with no Christian blood; French we are all, and brothers of a land.
_Card._ What mean you, brother, by this godly talk, Of sparing Christian blood? why, these are dogs; Now, by the sword that cut off Malchus' ear, Mere dogs, that neither can be saved nor damned.
