waiting for me at the door when I came out, for me to dress others; it was who should have me, and they carried me like the body of a saint, with my feet off the ground, fighting for me.  I could not satisfy this great number of wounded:  nor had I got what I wanted for their treatment.  For it is not enough that the surgeon do his duty toward his patients, but the patient also must do his; and the assistants, and external things, must work together for him:  see Hippocrates, Aphorism the First.

Having heard that we were to surrender the place, I knew our business was not prospering; and for fear of being known, I gave a velvet coat, a satin doublet, and a cloak of fine cloth trimmed with velvet, to a soldier; who gave me a bad doublet all torn and ragged with wear, and a frayed leather collar, and a bad hat, and a short cloak; I dirtied the neck of my shirt with water mixed with a little soot, I rubbed my hose with a stone at the knees and over the heels, as though they had been long worn, I did the same to my shoes, till one would have taken me for a chimney-sweep rather than a King’s surgeon.  I went in this gear to M. de Martigues, and prayed him to arrange I should stop with him to dress him; which he granted very willingly, and was as glad I should be near him as I was myself.

Soon afterward, the commissioners who were to select the prisoners entered the castle, the seventeenth day of July, 1553.  They took prisoners mm. le Due de Bouillon, le Marquis de Villars, de Roze, le Baron de Culan, M. du Pont, commissary of the artillery, and M. de Martigues; and me with him, because he asked them; and all the gentlemen who they knew could pay ransom, and most of the soldiers and the leaders of companies; so many and such prisoners as they wished.  And then the Spanish soldiers entered by the breach, unresisted; our men thought they would keep their faith and agreement that all lives should be spared.  They entered the town in a fury to kill, plunder, and ravage everything:  they took a few men, hoping to have ransom for them. ...  If they saw they could not get it, they cruelly put them to death in cold blood. ...  And they killed them all with daggers, and cut their throats.  Such was their great cruelty and treachery; let him trust them who will.

To return to my story:  when I was taken from the castle into the town, with M. de Martigues, there was one of M. de Savoie’s gentlemen, who asked me if M. de Martigues’s wound could be cured.  I told him no, that it was incurable:  and off he went to tell M. le Due de Savoie.  I bethought myself they would send physicians and surgeons to dress M. de Martigues; and I argued within myself if I ought to play the simpleton, and not let myself be known for a surgeon, lest they should keep me to dress their wounded, and in the end I should be found to be the King’s surgeon, and they would make me pay a big ransom.  On the other hand, I feared, if I did not show I was a surgeon and had dressed M. de Martigues skilfully, they would cut my throat.  Forthwith I made up my mind to show them he would not die for want of having been well dressed and nursed.