lust's Dominion; OR, THE Lascivious Queen. A tragedy.  
Written by Christofer Marlow, Gent.  
 
LONDON, Printed for F. K. and are to be sold by Robert Pollard, at the sign of Ben. Jonson's head, on the backside of the Old-Exchange. 1657.   

The Actors Names.  

Eleazar the Moor, Prince of Fez and Barbary.  
Philip King of Spain, Father to Fernando, Philip, and Isabella.  
Fernando King of Spain Philip Prince of Spain Sons to Philip.  
Alvero a Nobleman, and Father in Law to Eleazar, and Father to Hortenzo and Maria.  
Mendoza the Cardinal.  
Christofero Roderigo two Noblemen of Spain.  
Hortenzo Lover to Isabella, and son to Alvero.  
Zarack, Baltazar two Moors, attending Eleazar.  
Cole & Crab two Friars.  
Emmanuel King of Portugal.  
Captain, Soldiers, cum aliis.  
Two pages attending the Queen.  
The Queen Mother of Spain, and wife K. Philip.  
Isabella the Infanta of Spain.  
Maria wife to Eleazar, and daughter Alvero.   
The Scene, SPAIN   

lust's Dominion. OR, The Lascivious Queen. A TRAGEDY.  
Written by Christopher Marlow, Gent.  
LONDON: Printed for Fr. Kirkman at the John Fletcher's Head over against the Angel-Inn on the backside of St. Clement's without Temple-bar, 1661.   

To my worthily honoured Friend William Carpenter, Esquire.  
SIR!  
MY Ambition hath long soared so high, as to prompt me to somewhat whereby I might in part render to you my gratitude: and not yet finding any service I can act for you, a sufficient or competent return of any part of those many favours you have still honoured me withal; I took on me the resolution (rather than to be thought wholly negligent of you) to lay hold on this means of rendering you my service. SIR! This Piece, which without your favour and command had never passed the Press, I here present to you with this confidence, that as you were instrumental in its production to the world, so your name and favour will be sufficient to protect it from the calumny of this censorious age In doing of which you will multiply those obligations you have conferred upon  
Your devoted servant FRA. KIRKMAN. June   

lust's Dominion; OR, THE Lascivious Queen.  
A tragedy.  

Act. Imus.  

Scena Ima.  Enter Zaracke, Baltazar, two Moors taking tobacco music sounding within: enter Queen Mother of Spain with two Pages, Eleazar sitting on a chair suddenly draws the curtain. Eleaz. 
ON me, does music spend this sound on me  
That hate all unity: hah: Zarack Baltazar?  Que. Mo. 
My gracious Lord.  Eleaz. 
Are you there with your Beagles? hark you slaves,  
Did not I bind you on your lives, to watch that none disturbed us.  Qu. Mo. 
Gentle Eleazar.  Eleaz. 
There, off: Is't you that deafs me with this noise?  Exeunt 2 Moors. Queen. 
Why is my love's aspect so grim and horrid?  
Look smoothly on me:  
Chime out your softest strains of harmony,  
And on delicious Music's silken wings  
Send ravishing delight to my love's ears,  
That he may be enamoured of your tunes.  
Come let's kiss.  Eleaz. 
Away, away.  Queen. 
No, no, says I; and twice away says stay:  
Come, come, I'll have a kiss, but if you strive  
For one denial you shall forfeit five.  Eleaz. 
Nay prithee good Queen leave me,  
I am now sick, heavy, and dull as lead.  Queen. 
I'll make thee lighter by taking something from thee.  Eleaz 
Do: take from me this Ague and these fits that hanging on me  
Shake me in pieces, and set all my blood  
A boiling with the fire of rage: away, away  
Thou believest I jest: and laugh'st, to see my wrath wear antic shapes:  
Be gone, be gone.  Queen. 
What means my love, burst all those wires? burn all those Instruments?  
For they displease my Moor. Art thou now pleased,  
Or wert thou now disturbed? I'll wage all Spain  
To one sweet kiss, this is some new device  
To make me fond and long. Oh! you men  
Have tricks to make poor women die for you.  Eleaz. 
What die for me; away.  Queen. 
Away, what way? I prithee speak more kindly;  
Why dost thou frown? at whom?  Eleaz. 
At thee.  Queen. 
At me? Oh why at me? for each contracted frown  
A crooked wrinkle interlines my brow:  
Spend but one hour in frowns, & I shall look  
Like to a Beldame of one hundred years:  
I prithee speak to me and chide me not,  
I prithee chide if I have done amiss,  Kiss 
But let my punishment be this, and this.  
I prithee smile on me, if but a while,  
Then frown on me, I'll die: I prithee smile:  
Smile on me, and these two wanton boys,  
these pretty lads that do attend on me,  
Shall call thee Jove, shall wait upon thy cup  
And fill thee Nectar: their enticing eyes  
Shall serve as crystal, wherein thou mayst see  
To dress thyself, if thou wilt smile on me.  
Smile on me, and with coroners of pearl,  
And bells of gold, circling their pretty arms  
In a round Ivory fount these two shall swim,  
And dive to make thee sport:  
Bestow one smile, one little little smile,  
And in a net of twisted silk and gold  
In my all-naked arms, thyself shalt lie.  Eleaz. 
Why, what to do? lust's arms do stretch so wide.  
That none can fill them? I'll lay there away.  Queen. 
Where hast thou learned this language? that can say  
No more but two rude words; away, away:  
Am I grown ugly now?  Eleaz. 
Ugly as hell.  Queen. 
Thou loudest me once.  Eleaz. 
That can thy bastards tell.  Qu. 
What is my sin? I will amend the same.  Eleaz. 
Hence strumpet, use of sin makes thee past shame.  Qu. 
Strumpet.  Eliaz. 
I Strumpet.  Qu. 
Too true 'tis, woe is me;  
I am a Strumpet, but made so by thee.  Eleaz. 
By me; no, no; by these young bawds; fetch thee a glass  
And thou shalt see the balls of both thine eyes  
Burning in fire of lust; by me? there's here  
Within this hollow cistern of thy breast  
A spring of hot blood: have not I to cool it  
Made an extraction to the quintessence  
Even of my soul: melted all my spirits,  
Ravished my youth, deflowered my lovely cheeks.  
And dried this, this to anatomy  
Only to feed your lust, (these boys have ears):  
Yet wouldst thou murder me.  Queen. 
I murder thee?  Eleaz. 
I cannot ride through the Castilian streets  
But thousand eyes through windows, and through doors  
Throw killing looks at me, and every slave  
At Eleazar darts a finger out,  
And every hissing tongue cries, There's the Moor,  
That's he that makes a Cuckold of our King,  
there goes the Minion of the Spanish Queen;  
That's the black Prince of Devils, there goes he  
That on smooth boys, on Masks and Revellings  
Spends the Revenues of the King of Spain.  
Who arms this many headed beast but you,  
Murder & Lust are twins, and both are thine;  
Being weary of me thou wouldst worry me,  
Because some new love makes thee loathe thine old.  Qu. 
Eleazar!  Eleaz. 
Harlot! I'll not hear thee speak.  Queen. 
I'll kill myself unless thou hear'st me speak.  
My husband King upon his deathbed lies,  
Yet have I stolen from him to look on thee;  
A Queen hath made herself thy Concubine:  
Yet dost thou now abhor me, hear me speak!  
Else shall my sons plague thy adulterous wrongs,  
And tread upon thy heart for murdering me,  
Thy tongue hath murdered me (Cry murder boys)  2 Boys 
Murder! the Queen's murdered!  Eleaz. 
Love? slaves peace?  2 Boys 
Murder! the Queen's murdered!  Eleaz. 
Stop your throats?  
Hark Hush you Squales; Dear love look up:  
Our Chamber window stares into the Court,  
And every wide mouthed ear, hearing this news  
Will give Alarum to the cuckold King.  
I did dissemble when I chid my love,  
And that dissembling was to try my love  Queen 
Thou called'st me strumpet.  Eleaz. 
I'll tear out my tongue  
From this black temple for blaspheming thee.  Queen 
And when I wooed thee but to smile on me,  
Thou cried'st, away, away, and frownedst upon me.  Eleaz. 
Come now I'll kiss thee, now I'll smile upon thee;  
Call to thy ashy cheeks their wonted red:  
Come frown not, pout not, smile, smile, but upon me  
And with my poniard will I stab my flesh,  
And quaff carouses to thee of my blood,  
Whilst in moist Nectar kisses thou dost pledge me.  
How now, why starest thou thus?  Knock, Enter Zarack. Zarack. 
The King is dead.  Eleaz. 
Ha! dead! you hear this, is't true, is't true, the King dead!  
Who dare knock thus?  Zarack. 
It is the Cardinal, making inquiry if the Queen were here.  Eleaz. 
See? she's here, tell him? and yet Zarack stay.  Enter Baltazar. Baltaz. 
Don Roderigo's come to seek the Queen.  Eleaz. 
Why should Roderigo seek her here?  Baltaz. 
The King hath swooned thrice, and being recovered,  
Sends up and down the Court, to seek her grace.  Eleaz. 
The King was dead with you; Run? and with a voice.  
Erected high as mine, say thus, thus threaten  
To Roderigo and the Cardinal.  
Seek no Queens here, I'll broach them if they do,  
Upon my falchion's point. Again more knocking!  Knock again Zarack. 
Your father is at hand, my Gracious Lord.  Eleaz. 
Lock all the chambers, bar him out you apes.  
Hither, a vengeance; stir Eugenia,  
You know your old walk under ground, away.  
So down high to the King, quick, quick, you Squalls  
Crawl with your Dam, i'ch dark, dear love farewell,  
One day I hope to shut you up in hell.  Eleazar shuts them in.   

Act. Imus.  

Scena IIda.  Enter Alvero. Alvero. 
SOn Eleazar, saw you not the Queen?  Eleaz 
Hah!  Alvero. 
Was not the Queen here with you?  Eleaz. 
Queen with me; because my Lord I'm married to your daughter:  
You (like your daughter) will grow Jealous,  
The Queen with me, with me, a moor, a Devil,  
A slave of Barbary, a dog; for so  
Your silken Courtiers christian me, but father  
Although my flesh be tawny, in my veins,  
Runs blood as red, and royal as the best  
And proudest in Spain, there does old man: my father,  
Who with his Empire, lost his life,  
And left me Captive to a Spanish Tyrant, Oh!  
Go tell him! Spanish Tyrant? tell him, do?  
He that can lose a kingdom and not rave,  
He's a tame jade, I am not, tell old Philip  
I call him Tyrant here's a sword & arms,  
A heart, a head, and so pish, 'tis but death:  
Old fellow she's not here. But ere I die,  
Sword I'll bequeath thee a rich legacy.  Alvero 
Watch fitter hours to think on wrongs then now,  
Death's frozen hand holds Royal Philip's heart,  
Half of his body lies within a grave;  
Then do not now by quarrels shake that state,  
Which is already too much ruinate.  
Come and take leave of him before he die.  Exit. Eleaz. 
I'll follow you, now purple villainy;  
Sit like a Robe imperial on my back,  
That under thee I closelier may contrive  
My vengeance; foul deeds hid do sweetly thrive:  
Mischief erect thy throne and sit in state  
Here, here upon this head; let fools fear fate.  
Thus I defy my stars, I care not I  
How low I tumble down, so I mount high.  
Old time I'll wait bare-headed at thy heels,  
and be a footboy to thy winged hours;  
They shall not tell one Minute out in sands,  
But I'll set down the number, I'll still wake,  
And waste these balls of sight by tossing them;  
In bu●e observations upon thee.  
Sweet opportunity I'll bind myself  
to thee in base apprenticehood so long,  
Till on thy naked scalp grow hair as thick  
As mine: & all hands shall lay hold on thee,  
If thou wilt lend me but thy rusty scythe,  
To cut down all that stand within my wrongs,  
And my revenge. Love dance in twenty forms  
Upon my beauty, that this Spanish dame  
May be bewitched, and dote, her amorous flames  
Shall blow up the old King. Consume his Sons,  
And make all Spain a bonfire.  
This Tragedy being acted hers does begin,  
To shed a harlot's blood can be no sin.  Exit.   

Act. Imus.  

Scena 3tia.  The Curtains being drawn there appears in his bed King Phillip, with his Lords, the Princess Isabella, at the feet Mendoza, Alvero, Hortensio, Fernando, Roderigo, and to them Enter Queen in haste. Queen. 
WHose was that screech-owl's voice, that like the sound  
Of a hell tortured soul rung through mine ears  
Nothing but horrid shrieks, nothing but death?  
Whilst I, vailing my knees to the cold earth,  
Drowning my withered cheeks in my warm tears,  
And stretching out my arms to pull from heaven  
Health for the Royal Majesty of Spain,  
All cried, The Majesty of Spain is dead:  
That last word [dead] struck through the echoing air,  
Rebounded on my heart, and smote me down  
breathless to the cold earth, and made me leave  
My prayers for Philip's life, but thanks to heaven  
I see him live, and lives I hope to see  
Unnumbered years to guide this Empery.  K. Phil. 
The number of my years ends in one day,  
ere this Sun's down all a King's glory sets,  
For all our lives are but deaths counterfeits.  
Father Mendoza and you Peers of Spain,  
Dry your wet eyes, for sorrow wanteth force  
T'inspire a breathing soul in a dead corpse;  
Such is your King: Where's Isabel our Daughter?  Mendo. 
At your beds-feet confounded in her tears.  K. Phil. 
She of your grief the heaviest burden bears;  
You can but lose a King, but she a Father.  Queen. 
She bear the heaviest burden; Oh say rather  
I bear, and am born down, my sorrowing  
Is for a husband's loss, loss of a King.  K. Phil. 
No more, Alvero call the Princess hither.  Alvero. 
Madam, his Majesty doth call for you.  K. Ph. 
Come hither Isabella, reach a hand;  
Yet now it shall not need, in stead of thine  
Death shoving thee back clasp his hands in mine,  
And bids me come away, I must, I must;  
Though Kings be gods on earth, they turn to dust.  
Is not Prince Philip come from Portugal?  Roder. 
The Prince as yet is not returned, my Lord.  K. Ph. 
Commend me to him, if I ne'er behold him:  
This tells the order of my funeral,  
Do it as 'tis set down? Embalm my body;  
Though worms do make no difference of flesh;  
Yet Kings are curious here to dig their graves,  
Such is man's frailty; when I am embalmed,  
Apparel me in a rich Royal Robe,  
According to the custom of the Land;  
Then place my bones within that brazen shrine  
Which death hath builded for my ancestors:  
I cannot name death, but he straight steps in,  
And pulls me by the arm.  Fern. 
His Grace doth faint: help me my Lords softly to raise him up.  Enter Eleazar, and stands sadly by. K. Phil. 
Lift me not up, I shortly must go down,  
When a few dribbling minutes have run out;  
Mine hour is ended: King of Spain farewell:  
You all acknowledge him your Sovereign.  All. 
When you are dead we will acknowledge him.  K. Phil. 
Govern this kingdom well: to be a King  
Is given to many: but to govern well  
Granted to few: have care to Isabel,  
Her virtue was King Philip's lookingglass.  
Reverence the Queen your mother. Love your sister,  
And the young Prince your brother; even that day  
When Spain shall solemnize my Obsequies,  
And lay me up in earth; let them crown you.  
Where's Eleazar, Don Alvero's son?  Fernand. 
Yonder with crossed arms stands he malcontent.  K. Phil. 
I do commend him to thee for a man  
Both wise and warlike, yet beware of him,  
Ambition wings his spirit, keep him down;  
What will not men attempt to win a crown.  
Mendoza is Protector of thy Realm,  
I did elect him for his gravity,  
I trust he'll be a father to thy youth:  
Call help Fernando, now I saint indeed.  Fern. 
My Lords.  K. Phil. 
Let none with a distracted voice  
shriek out, and trouble me in my departure:  
Heavens hands I see are beckoning for my soul;  
I come, I come; thus do the proudest die,  
Death hath no mercy, life no certainty.  Mendo. 
As yet his soul's not from her temple gone.  
Therefore forbear loud lamentation.  Queen. Mo 
Oh he is dead, he's dead! lament and die,  
In her King's end begins Spain's misery  Isa 
He shall not end so soon; Father, dear Father!  Fern. 
Forbear sweet Isabella, shrieks are vain.  Isa. 
You cry forbear, you by his loss of breath  
Have won a kingdom, you may cry forbear:  
But I have lost a Father, and a King;  
And no tongue shall control my sorrowing.  Horten. 
Whither, good Isabella?  Isa. 
I will go,  
Where I will languish in eternal woe.  Horten. 
Nay, gentle Love.  Isa. 
Talk not of love to me.  
The world and the World's pride henceforth I'll scorn.  Exit. Hort. 
My love shall follow thee, if thou deniest  
To live with poor Hortenzo as his wife;  
I'll never change my love, but change my life.  Enter Philip Hastily. Phillip. 
I know he is not dead, I know proud Death  
Durst not behold such sacred majesty.  
Why stand you thus distracted? Mother, Brother,  
My Lord Mendoza, where's my Royal father?  Qu. 
Here lies the temple of his Royal soul.  Fernan. 
Here's all that's left of Philip's Majesty.  
Wash you his tomb with tears; Fernando's moan,  
Hating a Partner, shall be spent alone.  Exit. Phil. 
Oh happy father, miserable Son!  
Philip is gone to Joy Philip's forlorn:  
He dies to live; my life with woe is torn.  Qu. 
Sweet son.  Phil. 
Sweet mother: oh! how I now do shame  
To lay on one so foul so fair a name:  
Had you been a true mother, a true wife,  
This King had not so soon been robbed of life.  Qu. 
What means this rage, my son?  Phil. 
Call not me your son:  
My father whilst he lived tired his strong arms  
In bearing christian armour, 'gainst the Turk's  
And spent his brains in warlike stratagems  
To bring Confusion on damned Infidels;  
Whilst you that snorted here at home betrayed  
His name to everlasting Infamy;  
Whilst you at home suffered his bedchamber  
To be a Brothelry, whilst you at home  
Suffered his Queen to be a Concubine;  
And wanton red cheeked boys to be her bawds  
Whilst she reeking in that lechers arms.  Eleaz. 
Me!  Phil. 
Villain 'tis thee, thou hell-begotten fiend at thee I stare.  Qu. 
Philip thou art a villain to dishonour me.  Phil. 
Mother I am no villain; 'tis this villain  
Dishonours you and me, dishonours Spain,  
Dishonours all these Lords, this Devil is he, that—  Eleaz. 
What! Oh pardon me I must throw off  
All chains of duty: wert thou ten Kings sons,  
Had I as many souls as I have sins:  
As this from hence, so they from this should fly;  
In just revenge of this Indignity.  Phil. 
Give way, or I'll make way upon your bosoms.  Eleazer. 
Did my dear Sovereign live, sirrah that tongue.  Queen. 
Did but King Philip live, traitor I'd tell,—  Phil. 
A tale, that should rid both your souls to hell.  
Tell Philip's ghost, that Philip tells his Queen,  
That Philip's Queen is a Moor's Concubine:  
Did the King live I'd tell him how you two,  
ripped up the entrails of his treasury:  
With Masques and antic Revellings.  Eleaz. 
Words insupportable; dost hear me boy?  Que. 
Stand you all still, and see me thus trod down.  Phil. 
Stand you all still, yet let this devil stand here.  Mendo 
Forbear sweet Prince; Eleazar, I am now  
Protector to Fernando King of Spain:  
By that authority and by consent  
Of all these peers, I utterly deprive thee  
Of all those Royalties thou hold'st in Spain,  Qu. M. 
Cardinal, who lends thee this Commission?  Ele. 
Cardinal, I'll shorten thee by the head for this.  Phil 
Forward my Lord Mendoza, damn the fiend:  Eleaz. 
Princes of Spain, consent you to this pride?  All. 
we do.  Qu. 
For what cause? let his faith be tried  Men. 
His treasons needs no trial, they're too plain;  
Come not within the Court, for if you do,  
To beg with Indian slaves I'll banish you.  Exeunt all, but Alvero, Queen, and Eleazar   

Act. I.  

Scena IV.  Alvero. 
WHy should my son be banished?  Enter Maria Qu. 
Of that dispute not now Alvero,  
I'll to the King my son, it shall be tried  
If Castile's King can cool a Cardinal's pride.  Exeunt Queen and Alvero. Eleaz. 
If I digest this Gall; Oh! my Maria:  
I am whipped, and racked, and torn upon the wheel  
Of giddy fortune: She and her Minions  
Have got me down; and treading on my bosom.  
They cry, lie still: the Cardinal  
(Oh! rare) would bandy me away from Spain,  
And banish me to beg; ay, beg with slaves.  Maria. 
Conquer with patience these indignities.  Eleaz. 
Patience; ha, ha: yes, yes: an honest Cardinal.  Ma. 
Yet smother the grief & seek revenge.  Eleaz. 
Hah! banish me, 'sfoot, why say heigh do;  
there's Portugal a good air, & France a fine Country;  
Or Barbary rich, and has Moors; the Turk  
Pure Devil, and allows enough to fat  
The sides of villainy; good living there:  
I can live there, and there, and there,  
Troth 'tis, a villain can live anywhere:  
But say I go from hence, I leave behind me  
A Cardinal, that will laugh, I leave behind me  
A Philip, that will clap his hands for joy;  
And dance levaltoes through the Castille Court.  
But the deep'st wound of all is this, I leave  
My wrongs, dishonours, and my discontents,  
Oh! unrevenged; my bedrid enemies  
Shall never be raised up by the strong Physical,  
Curing of my sword, therefore stay still;  
Many have hearts to strike, that dare not kill:  
Leave me Maria: Cardinal, this disgrace,  
Shall die thy soul, as Inky as my face:  
Pish, hence Maria.  Enter Alvero Maria. 
To the King I'll fly.  
He shall revenge my Lord's indignity.  Exit. Alve. 
Mendoza woos the King to banish thee;  
Startle thy wonted spirits, awake thy soul  
And on thy resolution fasten wings,  
Whose golden feathers may outstrip their hate,  Eleaz. 
I'll tie no golden feathers to my wings.  Alvero. 
Shall they thus tread thee down which once were glad,  
To Lackey by thy conquering Chariot wheels.  Eleaz. 
I care not, I can swallow more sour wrongs:  Alve. 
If they triumph o'er thee; they spurn me down.  Eleaz. 
Look, spurn again.  Alve. 
what Ice hath cooled that fire,  
Which sometimes made thy thoughts heaven aspire;  
This patience had not wont to dwell with thee:  Enter. Fernando & Maria. Eleaz. 
'Tis right, but now the World's changed you see;  
Though I seem dead to you, here lives a fire,  
No more, here comes the King, & my Maria;  
The Spaniard loves my wife, she swears to me,  
she's chaste as the white Moon, well if she be.  
Well too if she be not, I care not, ay,  
I'll climb up by that love to dignity.  Fernan. 
Thou wooest me to revenge thy husband's wrong,  
I woo thy fair self not to wrong thyself;  
Swear but to love me, and to thee I'll swear  
To crown thy husband with a diadem.  Maria. 
Such love as I dare yield, I'll not deny.  Fernan. 
When in the golden arms of Majesty.  
I am broke off; yonder thy husband stands,  
I'll set him free, if thou unite my bands,  
So much for that. Durst then the Cardinal,  
Put on such insolence; tell me fair Madam,  
where's your most Valiant Husband?  Eleaz. 
He see's me, and yet inquires for me.  Maria. 
Yonder's my Lord.  Fernan. 
Eleazar I have in my breast writ down  
From her Report your late received disgrace:  
My father loved you dearly, so will I.  Eliaz. 
True, for my wife's sake.  aside. Fernan. 
This Indignity will I have Interest in for being your King,  
You shall perceive I'll curb my underling:  
This morning is our Coronation  
And father's funeral solemnised,  
Be present, step into your wonted place;  
we'll guild your dim disgraces with our grace.  Exeunt. Eleaz. 
I thank my Sovereign that you love my wife;  
I thank thee wife that thou wilt lock my head  
In such strong armour, to bear off all blows;  
Who dare say such wives are their husband foes:  
Let's see now, by her falling I must rise.  
Cardinal you die, if the King bid me live;  
Philip you die for railing at me: proud Lord you die,  
That with Mendoza cried, Banish the Moors  
And you my loving Liege, you're best fit fast  
If all these live not, you must die at last.   
The end of the first Act.   

Act. II.  

Scena. I.  Enter two Lords, Philip his brother, Mendoza, Eleazar with him, the King Crowned, Queen mother, Alvero, Zarack, Baltazar, and attendants. Mend. 
WHy stares this Devil thus, as if pale death  
Had made his eyes the dreadful messengers  
To carry black destruction to the world.  
Was he not banished Spain?  Phil. 
Your sacred mouth, pronounced the sentence of his banishment:  
Then spurn the villain forth.  Eleaz. 
Who spurns the Moor, were better set his foot upon the Devil,  
Do; spurn me? and this confounding arm of wrath  
Shall like a thunderbolt breaking the clouds  
Divide his body from his soul. Stand back.  
Spurn Eleazar?  Rode. 
Shall we bear his pride.  Alve. 
Why not, he under went much Injury,  Mendo. 
What injury have we performed proud Lord?  Eleaz. 
Proud Cardinal; my unjust banishment.  Mendo. 
'Twas we that did it; and our words are laws.  King 
'Twas we repealed him, and our words are laws.  Zara. Baltaz. 
If not these are.  All the Moors draw Phil. 
How! threatened and outdared?  King 
Shall we give arm to hostile violence?  
Sheath your swords, sheath them, it's we command.  Eleaz. 
Grant Eleaz. justice my dread Liege  Mendo. 
Eleazar hath had justice from our hands,  
And he stands banished from the Court of Spain,  King 
Have you done justice? why Lord Cardinal,  
From whom do you derive authority,  
To banish him the Court without our leave  Mendo. 
From this, the Staff of our Protectorship;  
From this, which the last will of your dear Father  
Committed to our trust: from this high place  
Which lifts Mendoza's spirits beyond the pitch  
Of ordinary honour, and from this.  King 
Which too much overweening Insolence Hath quite ta'en from you, Eleazar up,  takes the staff from Mendoza and gives it to Eleaz. 
And from us sway this Staff of Regency.  All. 
How's this?  Phil. 
Dare sons presume to break their father's will?  King 
Dare Subjects countercheck their sovereign's will?  
'Tis done, and who gainsays it is a Traitor.  Phil. 
I do Fernando, yet I am no Traitor.  Mendo. 
Fernando I am wronged by Peter's Chair,  
Mendoza vows revenge. I'll lay aside  
My cardinal's hat, and in a wall of steel  
The glorious livery of a soldier; fight for my late lost honour  King 
Cardinal.  Mend. 
King, thou shalt be no King for wronging me.  
The Pope shall send his bulls through all thy Realm,  
And pull obedience from thy subjects' hearts,  
To put on armour of the Mother Church,  
Curses shall fall like lightnings on your heads:  
Bell, book and candle, holy water, prayers,  
shall all chim vengeance to the of Court Spain  
Till they have power to conjure down that fiend;  
That damned Moor, that Devil, that Lucifer,  
That dares aspire the staff, the Cardinal swayed.  Eleaz. 
Ha ha ha, I laugh yet, that the cardinal's vexed.  Phil. 
laugh'st thou base slave, the wrinkles of that scorn  
Thine own heart blood shall fill; Brother farewell,  
Since you disprove the will our father left,  
For base lust of a loathed Concubine.  Eleaz. 
Ha, Concubine; who does Prince Philip mean?  Phil. 
Thy wife, thy daughter, base aspiring Lords,  
Who to buy honour, are content to sell,  
Your names to infamy, your souls to hell:  
And stamp you now? do, do, for you shall see,  
I go for vengeance, and she'll come with me.  Eliaz. 
Stay, for she's here already, see proud boy.  They both draw. Q. Mo. 
Hold, stay this fury, if you long for blood,  
Murder me first. Dear son you are a King:  
Then stay the violent tempest of their wrath.  King. 
Shall Kings be overswayed in their desires?  Roderi. 
Shall Subjects be oppressed by tyranny?  Q. Mother. 
No State shall suffer wrong, then hear me speak,  
Mendo, you have sworn you love the Queen,  
Then by that love I charge you leave these arms:  
Eliaz. for those favours I have given you,  
Embrace the Cardinal, and be friends with him.  Eliaz. 
And have my wife called strumpet to my face.  Qu. Mo. 
'Twas rage made his tongue err, do you not know  
The violent love Mendoza bears the Queen:  
Then speak him fair, for in that honied breath  
I'll lay a bait shall train him to his death.  
Come, come, I see your looks give way to peace;  
Lord Cardinal begin, and for reward,  
Ere this fair setting Sun behold his bride;  
Be bold to challenge love, yet be denied  Aside. Mendoz. 
That promise makes me yield; my gracious Lord:  
Although my disgrace hath graven its memory  
On every Spaniards eye, yet shall the duty  
I owe your sacred Highness; and the love  
My Country challengeth, make me lay by  
Hostile intendments, and return again  
To the fair circle of obedience.  King 
Both pardon and our favour bids you welcome,  
And for some satisfaction for your wrongs,  
We here create you Salamanka's Duke,  
But first as a true sign all grudges die;  
Shake hands with Eleazar and be friends;  
This union pleaseth us, now brother Philip,  
You are included in this league of love,  
So is Roderigo to forget all wrongs:  
Your Castle for a while shall bid us welcome,  
Eleazar shall it not? It is enough,  
Lords lead the way, that whilst you feast yourselves,  
Fernando may find time all means to prove,  
To compass fair Maria for our love.  Exeunt Omnes.   

Act. II.  

Scena II.  Enter Queen Mother, and Eleazar. Eleaz. 
MAdam a word now, have you wit or spirit?  Qu. Mother. 
Both.  Eleaz. 
Set them both to a most gainful task,  
Our enemies are in my Castle-work.  Qu. Mother. 
I; but the King's there too, it's dangerous pride,  
To strike at those; that couch by a lion's side.  Eleaz. 
Remove them:  Qu. Mother. 
How?  Eleaz. 
How? a thousand ways;  
By poison, or by this, but every groom  
Has skill in such base traffic; no our policies  
Must look more strange, must fly with loftier wings:  
Venge ance the higher it falls, more horror brings:  
But you are cold, you dare not do.  Qu. Mother. 
I dare.  Eleaz. 
You have a woman's heart, look you this hand,  
Oh! 'tis too little to strike home.  Qu. Mother. 
At whom?  Eleaz. 
Your son.  Qu. Mother. 
Which son, the King?  Eleaz. 
Angels of heaven, stand like his guard about him, how? the King  
Not for so many worlds as here be stars,  
Sticking upon th'embroidered firmament.  
The King? he loves my wife and should he die;  
I know none else would love her, let him live.  
(in heaven) good Lord Philip.  Aside Queen Mother 
He shall die.  Eleaz. 
How? good good.  Qu. Mo. 
By this hand.  Eleaz. 
When, good good; when?  Qu. M. 
This night if Eleazer give consent;  El. 
Why then this night Philip shall not live,  
To see you kill him. Is he not your son?  
A mother be the murderer of a brat,  
That lived within her; hah!  Qu. Mother 
'Tis for thy sake.  Eleaz. 
Puh! What excuses cannot damned sin make  
To save itself, I know you love him well,  
But that he has an eye, an eye, an eye,  
To others our two hearts seem to be locked  
Up in a case of steel, upon our love others  
Dare not look, or if they dare, they cast  
Squint purblind glances; who care though all see all,  
So long as none dare speak, but, Philip  
Knows that the Iron ribs of our villains  
Are thin: He laughs to see them like this hand,  
With chinks, and crevices, how a villainous eye,  
A stabbing desperate tongue, the boy dare speak,  
A mouth, a villainous mouth, let's muzzle him.  Qu. Mo. 
How?  Ele. 
Thus.  
Go you, and with a face well set do  
In good sad colours; such as paint out  
The cheek of that fool penitence, and with a tongue  
Made clean and glib, Cull from their lazy swarm;  
Some honest Friars, whom that damnation gold,  
Can tempt to lay their souls toth' stake;  
Seek such, they are rank and thick.  Qu. Mo. 
What then, I know such, what's the use?  Eleaz. 
This is excellent.  
Hire these to write books, preach and proclaim abroad,  
That your son Philip is a bastard.  Qu. Mo. 
How?  Eleaz. 
A bastard; do you; know a bastard? do't;  
Say conscience spoke with you, and cried out, do't  
By this means shall you thrust him from all hopes  
Of wearing Castile's diadem, and that spur  
Galling his sides, he will fly out, and fling,  
And grind the cardinal's heart to a new edge  
Of discontent, from discontent grows treason,  
And on the stalk of treason death: he's dead  
By this blow, and by you; yet no blood shed.  
Do't then; by this trick, he gone!  
We stand more sure in climbing high;  
Care not who fall 'tis real policy:  
Are you armed to do this? hah!  Queen Mo. 
Sweet Moor it's done.  Eleaz. 
Away then, work with boldness, and with speed;  
On greatest actions greatest dangers feed.  Ezit Qu. Mother. 
Ha, ha, I thank thee provident creation,  
That seeing in moulding me thou didst intend,  
I should prove villain, thanks to thee and nature  
That skilful workman; thanks for my face,  
Thanks that I have not wit to blush.  
What Zarack? ho Baltazar.  Enter the two Moors. Both. 
my Lord.  Eleaz. 
Nearer, so silence;  
Hang both your greedy ears upon my lips,  
Let them devour my speech, suck in my breath;  
And in who lets it break prison, here's his death,  
This night the Cardinal shall be murdered.  Both. 
Where?  Ele. 
And to fill up a grave Philip dies:  Both. 
Where?  Ele. 
Here.  Both. 
By whom?  Ele. 
By thee; and slave by thee:  
Have you hearts and hands to execute?  Both. 
Here's both.  1 Moor. 
He dies were he my father.  Ele. 
Ho away?  
Stay, go, go, stay, see me no more till night;  
Your cheeks are black, let not your souls look white:  Both. 
Till night.  Eleaz. 
Till night, a word, the Mother Qu.  
Is trying if she can with fire of gold,  
Warp the green consciences of two covetous Friars,  
To preach abroad Philip's bastardy.  1 Moor. 
His bastardy, who was his father?  Eleazar. 
Who?  
Search for these friars, hire them to work with you;  
Their holy callings will approve the fact.  
Most good and meritorious; sin shines clear,  
When her black face religion's mask doth wear.  Aside. Here comes the Queen, good; and the Friars.   

Act. II.  

Scena. III.  Enter two Friars, Crab and Coal; and Queen Mother. Cole. 
YOur son a bastard; say we do,  
But how then shall we deal with you?  
I tell you as I said before;  
His being a bastard, you are so poor  
In honour and in name, that time  
Can never take away the crime.  Qu. Mo. 
I grant that Friar, yet rather I'll endure  
The wound of infamy, to kill my name,  
Than to see Spain bleeding, with civil swords  
The boy is proud, ambitious, he woos greatness,  
He takes up Spanish hearts on trust, to pay them  
When he shall finger Castile's Crown: Oh then  
Were it not better my disgrace were known,  
Than such a base aspirer fill the Throne.  Cole. 
Ha brother Crab, what think you?  Crab. 
As you dear brother Coal:  Cole. 
Then we agree,  
Coles Judgement is as Crabs you see.  
Lady we swear to speak and write,  
What you please so all go right.  Queen. Mo. 
Then as we gave directions, spread abroad,  
In Cales, Madrid, Granado, and Medina;  
And all the Royal Cities of the Realm:  
Th' ambitious hopes of that proud bastard Philip,  
And sometimes as you see occasion,  
Tickle the ears of the Rude multitude,  
With Eleazar's praises; guild his virtues,  
Naples recovery and his victories  
Achieved against the Turkish Ottoman:  
Will you do this for us?  Eleaz. 
Say will you?  Both 
I.  Eleaz. 
Why start you back and stare? ha? are you afraid.  Cole 
o? no Sir, no, but truth to tell;  
Seeing your face, we thought of hell.  Eleaz. 
Hell is a dream.  Cole. 
But none do dream in hell.  Eleaz. 
friars stand to her; and me; and by your sin,  
I'll shoulder out Mendoza from his seat;  
And of two Friars create you Cardinals,  
Oh! how would Cardinals hats on these heads sit.  Cole. 
This face would look most goodly under it:  
Friar, Crab and Coal do swear,  
In those circles still to appear:  
In which she, or you, do charge us rise;  
For you, our lives we'll sacrifice.  
Valete, Gaudete;  
Sipereamus fleet;  
Orate pro nobis,  
Oramus pro vobis.  
Cole will be burnt, and Crab be pressed;  
Ere they prove knaves, thus are you crossed and blessed.  Exeunt Friers. Eleaz, 
Away; you know now Madam none shall throw  
Their leaden envy in an opposite scale,  
To weigh down our true golden happiness.  Queen Mo. 
Yes, there is one.  Eleaz. 
One, who? give me his name and I will  
Turn it to a magic spell,  
To bind him here, here, who?  Queen Mo. 
Your wife Maria.  Eleaz. 
Hah! my Maria.  Qu. Mo. 
She's th' Hellespont divides my love and me,  
She being cut off.  Eleaz. 
Stay, stay, cut off; let's think upon't, my wife?  
Humh! Kill her too!  Qu. Mo. 
does her love make thee cold?  Eleaz. 
Had I a thousand wives, down go they all:  
She dies, I'll cut her off: now Baltazar.  Enter Baltazar. Baltaz. 
Madam, the King entreats your company.  Qu. Mo. 
His pleasure be obeyed, dear love farewell;  
Remember your Maria.  Exit Qu. Mo. Eleaz. 
Here a dieu;  
With this I'll guard her, whilst it stabs at you.  Balt. 
My Lord! the Friars are won to join with us.  Eliaz. 
Be prosperous about it Baltazar.  Balt. 
The watch word.  Eleaz. 
Oh! the word let it be treason;  
When we cry treason, break ope chamber doors:  
Kill Philip and the Cardinal; Hence  Balt. 
I fly.  Exit. Eleaz. 
Murder, now ride in triumph, darkness, horror;  
Thus I invoke your aid, your Act begin;  
Night is a glorious Robe, for th'ugliest fin.  Exit.   

Act. II.  

Scena. IV.  Enter Coal and Crab in trousers, the Cardinal in one of their weeds, and Philip putting on the other. Both Friars. 
PUt on my Lord, and fly or else you die.  Phil. 
I will not, I will die first; Cardinal,  
prithee good Cardinal pluck off, Friars, slave,  
Murder us two, he shall not by this sword.  Car. 
My Lord, you will endanger both our lives.  Phil. 
I care not; I'll kill some before I die:  
Away, s'heart take your rags; Moor, Devil, come.  2. Friers. 
My Lord put on, or else.  Phil 
God's foot come help:  Card. 
Ambitious villain. Philip, let us fly  
Into the chamber of the Mother Queen.  Phil. 
Thunder, beat down the lodgings.  Card. 
Else let's break into the chamber of the King:  Phillip. 
Agreed,  
A pox upon those Lousy gaberdines,  
Agreed, I am for you Moor; stand side by side,  
Come, hands off, leave your ducking, hell cannot fright,  
Their spirits that do desperately fight.  Cole 
You are too rash, you are too hot,  
Wild desperateness doth valour blot;  
The lodging of the Kings beset,  
With staring faces black as jet,  
And hearts of Iron, your deaths are vowed  
If you fly that way, therefore shroud,  
Your body in Friar Coals grey weed,  
For is't not madness man to bleed:  
When you may scape untouched away,  
Here's hell, here's heaven, here if you stay  
You're gone, you're gone, Friar Crab and I,  
Will here dance friskin whilst you fly:  
Gag us, bind us, come put on  
The Gags too wide, so gone, gone, gone.  Phil. 
Oh! well, I'll come again, Lord Cardinal  
Take you your Castle, I'll to Portugal:  
I vow I'll come again, and if I do:  Card. 
Nay good my Lord!  Phil. 
Black Devil I'll conjure you.  Exeunt   

Act. II.  

Scena. V.  To the Friars making a noise, gagged and bound, Enter Eleazar, Zarack, Baltazar, and other Moors, all with their Swords drawn. Eleazar. 
GUard all the passages, Zarack stand there,  
There Baltazar, there you, the Friars,  
Where have you placed the Friars?  Alvero. 
My Lord a noise.  Baltaz. 
The Friars are gagged and bound.  Eleaz. 
'Tis Phil. and the Cardinal, shoot; hah stay!  
Unbind them; where's Mendoza, and the Prince.  Cole. 
Sancta Maria who can tell:  
By Peter's keys they bound us well,  
And having cracked our shaven crowns,  
They have escaped you in our gowns.  Eleaz. 
Escaped; escaped away? I am glad, it's good,  
I would their arms may turn to Eagles wings,  
To fly us swift, as time sweet air give way,  
Winds leave your two and thirty palaces,  
And meeting all in one, join all your might,  
To give them speedy and a prosperous flight,  
Escaped Friars, which way?  Both. 
This way.  Eleaz. 
Good: Alas; what sin is't to shed innocent blood;  
For look you holy men, it is the King;  
The King, the King, see friars' sulphury wrath  
Having once entered into Royal breasts:  
Mark how it burns, the Qu. Philip's mother;  
Oh! most unnatural, will have you two  
Divulge abroad that he's a bastard. Oh!  
Will you do't.  Crab. 
What says my brother friar?  Cole. 
A PRINCE's love is balm, their wrath a fire:  Crab. 
'Tis true, but yer I'll publish no such thing;  
What fool would lose his soul, to please a King?  Eleaz. 
Keep there, good there, yet for it wounds my soul,  
To see the miserablest wretch to bleed.  
I counsel you (in care unto your lives)  
T'obey the mother Queen, for by my life  
I think she has been pricked, her conscience  
Oh! it has stung her, for some fact misdone,  
She would not else disgrace herself and son  
Do't therefore, hark, she'll work your deaths else, hate  
Bred in a woman is insatiate.  
Do't Friars.  Crab. 
Brother Cole? Zeal sets me in a flame,  
I'll do't.  Cole. 
And I,  
His baseness we'll proclaim  Exeunt Friars. Eleaz. 
Do, and be damned; Zarack and Baltazar.  
Dog them at th' heels, and when their poisonous breath  
Hath scattered this infection, on the hearts  
Of credulous Spaniards, here reward them thus,  
Slaves too much trusted do grow dangerous;  
Why this shall feed,  
And fat suspicion, and my policy  
I'll ring through all the Court, this loud alarum:  
That they contrived the murder of the King,  
The Qu. and me; and being undermined,  
To scape the blowing up, they fled. Oh good!  
There, there, thou there, cry treason; each one take  
A several door, your cries my music make.  Balt. 
Where's the King? treason pursues him:  Enter Alvero in his shirt, his sword drawn. Ele. 
Where's the sleepy Qu. Rise, rise, and arm, against the hand of treason.  Alv. 
Whence comes this sound of treason?  King. 
Who frights our quiet slumbers,  Enter King in his shirt, his sword drawn. 
With this heavy noise:  Qu. Mo. 
Was it a dream? or did the sound  Enter Queen in her night attire. 
Of monster treason call me from my rest.  King. 
Who raised this rumour Eleaz. you?  Eleaz. 
I did my Liege, and still continue it,  
Both for your safety, and mine own discharge.  King. 
Whence comes the ground then?  Eleaz. 
from the Cardinal,  
And the young Prince, who bearing in his mind  
The true Idea of his late disgrace,  
In putting him from the Protectorship,  
And envying the advancement of the Moor  
Determined this night to murder you;  
And for your Highnesse lodged within my Castle,  
They would have laid the murder on my head.  King. 
The Cardinal, and my Brother bring them forth  
Their lives shall answer this ambitious practice.  Eleaz. 
Alas my Lord it is impossible,  
For when they saw I had discovered them  
They trained two harmless Friars to their lodgings;  
Disrobed them, gagged them, bound'em 〈◊〉 two posts,  
And in their habits did escape the Castle.  King. 
That Cardinal, is all ambition,  
And from him doth our Brother gather heart.  Que. Mo. 
Th' ambition of th' one infects the other,  
And in a word they both are dangerous;  
But might your mother's counsel stand force,  
I would advise you send the trusty Moors  
To fetch them back, before they had seduced  
The squint eyed multitude from true allegiance,  
And drawn them to their dangerous faction.  King. 
It shall be so, therefore my state's best prop,  
Within whose bosom I durst trust my life,  
Both for my safety and thine own discharge.  
Fetch back those traitors, and till your return  
ourselves will keep your Castle.  Eleaz. 
My Liege; the tongue of true obedience  
Most not gainsay his sovereign's impose,  
By heaven; I will not kiss the cheek of sleep,  
Till I have fetched those traitors to the Court.  King. 
Why; this sorts right, he gone; his beauteous wife  
Shall sail into the naked arms of love.  Qu. Mo. 
Why, this is as it should be, he once gone,  
His wife that keeps me from his marriage bed,  
Shall by this hand of mine be murdered.  King. 
This storm is well nigh past the swelling clouds,  
That hang so full of treason by the wind,  
In awful Majesty are scattered.  
Then each man to his rest; good night sweet friend,  
Whilst thou pursu'st the traitors that are fled,  
Fernando means to warm thy marriage bed.  Exit Ele. 
Many good nights, consume and damn your souls.  
I know he means to Cuckold me this night;  
Yet do I know no means to hinder it.  
Besides, who know, whether the lustful King  
Having my wife and Castle at command,  
Will ever make surrender back again:  
But if he do not, with my falchion's point  
I'll lance those swelling veins in which hot lust  
Does keep his Revels, and with that warm blood  
Where Venus's bastard cooled his sweltering spleen,  
Wash the disgrace from Eleazar's brows.    

Act. II.  

Scena. VI.  Enter Maria. Maria. 
DEar Eleazar;  Ele. 
If they lock the gates  
I'll toss a ball of wildfire o'er the walls.  Maria. 
Husband, sweet husband:  Eleaz. 
Or else swim o'er the moat,  
And make a breach through the flinty sides  
Of the rebellious walls:  Maria. 
Hear me, dear heart.  Eleaz. 
Or undermine the chamber where they lie,  
And by the violent strength of gunpowder,  
Blow up the Castle, and th' incestuous couch,  
In which lust wallows; but my labouring thoughts,  
Wading too deep in bottomless extremes;  
Do drown themselves in their own stratagems.  Maria. 
Sweet husband! dwell not upon circumstance,  
When weeping sorrow like an Advocate  
Importunes you for aid; look in mine eyes  
There you shall see dim grief swimming in tears,  
Invocating succour. Oh succour!  Eleaz. 
Succour. Zounds for what?  Maria. 
To shield me from Fernando's unchaste love,  
Who with uncessant prayers importuned me.  Eleaz. 
To lie with you I know't.  Maria. 
Then seek some means how to prevent it.  Eleaz. 
'Tis possible; for to the end that his unbridled lust  
Might have more free access unto thy bed,  
This night he hath enjoined me  
To fetch back Philip and the Cardinal.  Maria. 
Then this ensuing night shall give an end  
To all my sorrows, for before foul lust  
Shall soil the fair complexion of mine honour,  
This hand shall rob Maria of her life.  Eleaz. 
Not so dear soul, for in extremities  
Choose out the least, and ere the hand of death  
Should suck this Ivory palace of thy life:  
Embrace my counsel, and receive this poison  
Which in the instant he attempts thy love,  
Then give it him: do, do,  
Do poison him, he gone, thou'rt next;  
Be sound in resolution; and farewell;  
By one, and one, I'll ship you all to hell.  
Spain I will drown thee with thine own proud blood,  
Then make an ark of carcases farewell.  
Revenge and I will sail in blood to hell.  Exit. Maria. 
Poison the King, Alas my trembling hand  
Would let the poison fall, and through my cheeks  
Fear suited in a bloodless livery,  
Would make the world acquainted with my guilt,  
But thanks prevention, I have found a means  
Both to preserve my Royal sovereign's life,  
And keep myself a true and Loyal wife.  Exit.  
The end of the second Act.   

Act. III.  

Scena I.  Enter Queen Mother, with a Torch, solus. Qu. Mo. 
FAir eldest child of love, thou spotless night,  
Empress of silence, and the Queen of sleep;  
Who with thy black cheeks pure complexion,  
Makest lovers eyes enamoured of thy beauty:  
Thou art like my Moor, therefore will I adore thee,  
For lending me this opportunity,  
Oh with the soft skinned Negro! heavens keep back  
The saucy staring day from the world's eye,  
Until my Eleazar make return;  
Then in his Castle shall he find his wife,  
Transformed into a strumpet by my son;  
Then shall he hate her whom he would not kill?  
Then shall I kill her whom I cannot love?  
The King is sporting with his Concubine.  
Blush not my boy, be bold like me thy mother,  
But their delights torture my soul like Devils,  
Except her shame be seen: Wherefore awake  
Christophero, Verdugo, raise the Court,  
Arise you Peers of Spain, Alvaro rise,  
Preserve your country from base infamies.  Enter severally at several doors, with lights and Rapiers drawn, Alvero, Roderigo, and Christophero, with others. All. 
Who raised these exclamations through the Court?  Qu. Mo. 
Sheath up your Swords, you need not swords, but eyes  
To intercept this treason.  Alv. 
What's the treason?  
Who are traitors? ring the 'larum bell;  
Cry arm through all the City; once before  
The horrid sound of treason did affright  
Our sleeping spirits.  Qu. Mo. 
Stay, you need not cry arm  
Arm, for this black deed  
Works treason to your King, to me; to you,  
To Spain, and all that shall in Spain ensue.  
This night Maria (Eleazar's wife)  
Hath drawn the King by her Lascivious looks  
Privately to a banquet, I unseen  
Stood and beheld him in him in her lustful arms.  
Oh God! shall bastards wear Spain's Diadem?  
If you can kneel to baseness, vex them not;  
If you disdain to kneel, wash of this blot.  Roder. 
Let's break into the chamber and surprise her?  Alve. 
Oh miserable me! do, do, break in,  
My Country shall not blush at my child's sin.  Queen Mo. 
Delay is nurse to danger, follow me,  
Come you and witness to her villainy.  Alvero. 
Hapless Alvero, how art thou undone,  
In a light daughter, and a stubborn son.  Exeunt omnes.   

Act. III.  

Scena II.  Enter King with his Rapier drawn in one hand, leading Maria seeming affrighted in th' other. Maria. 
OH! kill me ere you stain my chastity.  King. 
My hand holds death, but love sits in mine eye,  
Exclaim not dear Maria, do but hear me;  
Though thus in dead of night as I do now  
The lustful Tarquin stole to the chaste bed  
Of Collatine's fair wife, yet shalt thou be  
No Lucrece, nor thy King a Roman slave,  
To make rude villainy thine honour's grave.  Maria. 
Why from my bed have you thus frighted me?  King. 
To let the view a bloody horrid Tragedy.  Maria. 
Begin it then, I'll gladly lose my life,  
Rather than be an emperor's Concubine.  King. 
By my high birth I swear thou shalt be none,  
The Tragedy I'll write with my own hand,  
A King shall act it, and a King shall die;  
Except sweet mercy's beam shine from thine eye.  
If this affright thee it shall sleep for ever,  
If still thou hate me, thus this Noble blade,  
This Royal purple temple shall invade.  Maria 
My husband is from hence, for his sake spare me.  King. 
Thy husband is no Spaniard, thou art one,  
So is Fernando, then for country's sake  
Let me not spare thee, on thy husband's face  
Eternal night in gloomy shades doth dwell;  
But I'll look on thee like the guilded Sun,  
When to the west his fiery horses run.  Maria. 
True, true, you look on me with Sun set eyes,  
For by beholding you my glory dies.  King. 
Call me thy morning then, for like the morn,  
In pride Maria shall through Spain be born.  
This music I prepared thine ears,  music plays within. 
Love me and thou shalt hear no other sounds,  
Lo here's a banquet set with mine own hands;  A banquet brought in. 
Love me, and thou shalt feast thee like a Queen:  
I might command thee being thy Sovereign;  
But love me and I'll kneel and sue to thee,  
And circle this white forehead with the Crown  
Of Castille, Portugal, and Arragon,  
And all those petty Kingdoms which do bow  
Their tributary knees to Philip's heir.  Maria. 
I cannot love you whilst my husband lives:  King. 
I'll send him to the wars, and in the front  
Of some main army shall he nobly die.  Maria. 
I cannot love you if you murder him.  King. 
For thy sake then, I'll call a Parliament  
And banish by a law all Moors from Spain.  Maria. 
I'll wander with him into banishment.  King. 
It shall be death for any negro's hand,  
To touch the beauty of a Spanish dame.  
Come, come, what needs such cavils with a King?  
Night blinds all Jealous eyes, and we may play,  
Carouse that bole to me, I'll pledge all this,  
Being down, we'll make it more sweet with a kiss.  
Begin, I'll lock all doors, begin Spain's Queen,  Locks the doors. 
love's banquet is most sweet, when 'tis least seen.  Maria. 
Oh thou conserver of my honour's life!  
Instead of poisoning him, drown him in sleep,  
Because I'll quench the flames of wild desire,  
I'll drink this off, let fire conquer loves fire.  King. 
Were love himself in real substance here,  
Thus would I drink him down, let your sweet strings,  
Speak louder (pleasure is but a slave to Kings)  
In which love swim. Maria kiss thy King,  
Circle me in this ring of Ivory.  
Oh! I grow dull, and the cold hand of sleep  
Hath thrust his Icy fingers in my breast,  
And made a frost within me; sweet, one kiss  
To thaw this deadness that congeals my soul.  Maria. 
Your Majesty hath overwatched yourself,  
He sleeps already, not the sleep of death;  
But a sweet slumber, which the powerful drug  
Instilled through all his spirits. Oh! bright day  
Bring home my dear Lord, ere his King awake,  
Else of his unstained bed he'll shipwreck make.  Offers to go. Enter Oberon, and Fairies dancing before him, and music with them. Maria. 
Oh me! what shapes are these?  Oberon. 
Stay, stay, Maria.  Maria. 
My Sovereign Lord awake, save poor Maria.  Oberon. 
He cannot save thee, save that pain,  
Before he wake thou shalt be slain;  
His mother's hand shall stop thy breath,  
Thinking her own son is done to death:  
And she that takes away thy life,  
Does it to be thy husband's wife.  
Adieu Maria, we must hence,  
Embrace thine end with patience;  
Elves and Fairies make no stand,  
Till you come in Fairy Land.  Exeunt dancing and singing. Maria. 
Fairies or Devils, whatsoever you be,  
Thus will I hide me from your company.  Offers to be gone.   

Act. III.  

Scena. III.  To her, Enter Queen Mother suddenly, with Alvaro, and Roderigo, with Rapiers. Q Mo. 
LAy hold upon the strumpet, where's the King?  
Fernando, son; ah me your King is dead!  
Lay hand upon the murderess.  Maria. 
Imperious Queen, I am as free from murder as thyself,  
Which I will prove, if you will hear me speak:  
The King is living.  Roder. 
If he lived his breath would beat within his breast.  Q. Mo. 
The life he leads, Maria thou shalt soon participate.  Maria. 
Oh father save me!  Alvero. 
thou'rt no child of mine, hadst thou been owner of Alvero's spirit.  
Thy heart would not have entertained a thought  
That had conversed with murder: yet mine eyes  
(howe'er my tongue want words) brim full with tears,  
Entreat her further trial.  Verdugo. 
To what end: here lies her trial: from this royal breast  
Hath she stolen all comfort, all the life  
Of every bosom in the Realm of Spain.  Roder. 
She's both a traitor and murdress.  Q. Mo. 
I'll have her forthwith strangled.  Alv. 
Hear her speak.  Q. Mo. 
To heaven let her complain if she have wrong,  
I murder but the murderess of my son.  Alv. 
We murder the murderess of our King.  Alv. 
Ah me my child oh! Oh cease your torturing!  Maria. 
Heaven open the windows, that my spotless soul,  
Riding upon the wings of innocence,  
May enter paradise, Fairies farewell;  
Fernando's death in mine you did foretell.  She dies King wake, King. 
Who calls Fernando? love, Maria, speak:  
Oh! whither art thou fled? whence flow these waters  
That fall like winter storms, from the drowned eyes.  Alv. 
From my Maria's death!  King. 
My Maria dead?  
Damned be the soul to hell that stopped her breath;  
Maria, Oh me who durst murder her?  Q. M. 
I thought my dear Fernando had been dead,  
And in my indignation murdered her.  King. 
I was not dead until you murdered me  
By killing fair Maria.  Qu. Mo. 
Gentle son.  King 
Ungentle mother, you a deed have done,  
Of so much ruth that no succeeding age  
Can ever clear you of; Oh my dear love,  
Yet heavens can witness thou wert never mine:  
Spain's wonder was Maria.  Qu. Mo. 
Sweet have done:  King. 
Have done! for what, for shedding zealous tears  
Over the tomb of virtues chastity;  
You cry have done, now I am doing good,  
But cried do on, when you were shedding blood:  
Have you done mother; yes, yes, you have done,  
That which will undo your unhappy son.  Roder. 
These words become you not my gracious Lord.  King. 
These words become not me, no more it did  
Become you Lords to be mute standers by,  
When lustful fury ravished chastity.  
It ill becomes me to lament her death,  
But it became you well to stop her breath:  
Had she been fair and not so virtuous,  
This deed had not been half so impious.  Alv. 
But she was fair in virtue, virtuous fair, oh me!  King. 
Oh me! she was true honour's heir.  
Hence beldame from my presence, all fly hence,  
You are all murderers, come poor innocence,  
Clasp thy cold hand in mine, for here I'll lie,  
And since I lived for her, for her I'll die.    

Act. III.  

Scena. IV.  Enter Eleazar with a Torch and Rapier drawn. Eleazar. 
BAr up my Castle Gates; fire and confusion  
Shall girt these Spanish Currs; was I for this,  
Sent to raise power against a fugitive:  
To have my wife deflowered. Zounds where's my wife,  
My slaves cry out, she's dallying with the King?  
Stand by, where is your King? Eleazar's bed shall  
Scorn to be an emperor's brothelry.  Qu. Mo. 
Be patient Eleazar, here's the King,  Eleaz. 
Patience and I am foes, where's my Maria?  Alu. 
Here is her hapless corpse that was Maria.  King. 
Here lies Maria's body, here her grave,  
Her dead heart in my breast a tomb shall have.  Eleazar. 
Now by the proud complexion of my cheeks,  
ta'en from the kisses of the amorous sun;  
Were he ten thousand Kings that slew my love,  
Thus should my hand (plumed with revenges wings)  
Requite mine own dishonour, and her death.  Stabs the King. Qu. Mo. 
Ah me! my son.  All. 
The King is murdered, lay hold on the damned traitor.  Eleaz. 
In his breast that dares but dart a finger at the Moor,  
I'll bury this Sharp steel yet reeking warm,  
With the unchaste blood of that lecher King,  
That threw my wife in an untimely grave.  Alv. 
She was my daughter and her timeless grave  
Did swallow down my joys as deep as yours:  
But thus.  Eleaz. 
But what? bear injuries that can,  
I'll wear no forked crest.  Roder. 
Damn this black fiend, cry treason through the Court.  
The King is murdered.  Eleaz. 
He that first opes his lips, I'll drive his words  
Down his wide throat upon my rapiers point.  
The King is murdered and I'll answer it;  
I am dishonoured, and I will revenge it.  
Bend not your dangerous weapons at my breast:  
Think where you are, this Castle is the Moors,  
You are environed with a wall of flint.  
The Gates are locked, portcullisses let down  
If Eleaz. spend one drop of blood,  Zarack and Baltazar above with Calivers. 
On those high turret tops my slaves stand armed,  
And shall con found your souls with murdering shot.  
Or if you murder me, yet under ground  
A villain that for me will dig to hell,  
Stands with a burning linstock in his fist,  
Who firing gunpowder up in the air,  
Shall fling your torn and mangled carcases.  Qu. Mo. 
Oh! sheath your weapons, though my son be slain,  
Yet save yourselves, choose a new Sovereign.  All. 
Prince Philip is our Sovereign, choose him King.  Eleaz. 
Prince Philip shall not be my Sovereign,  
Philip's a bastard, and Fernando's dead;  
Mendoza sweats to wear Spain's Diadem,  
Philip hath sworn confusion to this Realm,  
They both are up in arms, wars flames do shine  
Like lightning in the air, wherefore my Lords  
Look well on Eleazar; value me not by my sunburnt  
Cheek, but by my birth; nor by  
My birth, but by my loss of blood,  
Which I have sacrificed in Spain's defence.  
Then look on Philip, and the Cardinal:  
Look on those gaping currs, whose wide throats  
Stand stretched wide open like the gates of death,  
To swallow you, your country, children, wives.  
Philip cries fire and blood, the Cardinal  
Cries likewise fire and blood, I'll quench those flames,  
The Moor cries blood and fire, and that shall burn  
Till Castille like proud Troy to Cinders turn.  Roder. 
Lay by these Ambages, what seeks the Moor?  Eleaz. 
A Kingdom, Castile's crown.  Alve. 
Peace devil for shame.  Qu. Mo. 
Peace doting Lord for shame, Oh misery!  
When Indian slaves thirst after Empery;  
Princes and Peers of Spain we are beset,  
With horror on each side; you deny him,  
Death stands at all our backs, we cannot fly him.  
Crown Philip King, The Crown upon his head,  
Will prove a fiery Meteor, War and vengeance  
And desolation will invade our land,  
Besides Prince Philip is a bastard born.  
Oh! give me leave to blush at mine own shame;  
But I for love to you, love to fair Spain,  
Choose rather to rip up a Queen's disgrace,  
Then by concealing it to set the Crown  
Upon a Bastard's head. Wherefore my Lords  
By my consent crown that proud Blackamoor,  
Since Spain's bright glory must so soon grow dim;  
Since it must end, let it end all in him.  All. 
Eleazar shall be King.  Alv. 
Oh treachery! have you so soon raced out Fernando's love;  
So soon forgot the duty of true Peers;  
So soon, so soon buried a mother's name,  
That you will crown him King that slew your King.  Eleaz. 
Will you hear him or me, who shall be King.  All. 
Eleazar shall be Castile's Sovereign.  Alv. 
Do, do; make haste to crown him! Lords adieu.  
Here hell must be when the Devil governs you.  Exit. Eleaz. 
By heavens great Star, which Indians do adore,  
But that I hate to hear the giddy world;  
Shame that I waded to a Crown through; blood,  
I'd not digest his pills, but since my Lords  
You have chosen Eleazar for your King?  
Invest me with a general applause.  All. 
Live Eleazar, Castile's Royal King.  Roder. 
A villain and a base born fugitive.  Aside. Christo. 
A bloody tyrant, an usurping slave.  Aside. Eleaz. 
Thanks to you all, 'tis not the Spanish Crown  
That Eleazar strives for, but Spain's peace.  
Amongst you I'll divide her Empery;  
Christofero shall wear Granado's Crown;  
To Roderigo I'll give Arragon:  
Naples, Navarre and fair Jerusalem,  
I'll give to other three, and then our vice Roys,  
Shall Shine about our bright Castilian crown,  
As stars about the Sun. Cry all, arm, arm;  
Prince Philip and the Cardinal do ride  
Like Jove in thunder, in a storm we'll meet them;  
Go levy powers, if any man must fall,  
My death shall first begin the funeral.  Exeunt.   

Act. III.  

Scena. V.  Enter Zarack and Baltazar with Calivers. Baltaz. 
IS thy cock ready, and thy powder dry.  Zarack. 
My cock stands perching, like a cock o'the game;  
With a red coal for his crest instead of a colme;  
And for my powder, 'tis but touch & take.  Baltaz. 
I have tickling gear too, anon I'll cry here I have it,  
And yonder I see it; But Zarack is't policy for us  
To kill these baldpates.  Zarack. 
Is't policy for us to save ourselves,  
If they live, we die. Is't not wisdom then  
To send them to heaven, rather than be sent ourselves;  
Come you black slave, be resolute. This way they come,  
Here they will stand, and yonder will I stand.  Baltaz. 
And in yonder hole I.  Zarack. 
Our amiable faces cannot be seen, if we keep close:  
Therefore hide your cock's head, left his burning coxcomb betray us.  
But soft, which of the two shall be thy white.  Baltaz. 
That black villain Friar Cole.  Zarack. 
I shall have a sharp piece of service.  
Friar Crab shall be my man.  
Farewell and be resolute.  Baltaz. 
Zounds Zarack I shall never have the heart to do't.  Zarack. 
You rogue think who commands, Eleazar.  
Who shall rise Baltazar?  
Who shall die, a lousy Friar?  
Who shall live our good Lord and Master?  
The Negro King of Spain.  Baltaz. 
Cole, thou art but a dead man,  
And shall turn to ashes.  Exit. Zarack. 
Crab, here's that shall make vinegar of thy carcase.  Ezit. Enter Crab and Coal, two Friars, with a rout of Stinkards following them. friar Crab. 
I brother 'tis best, so now we have drawn them to a head,  
We'll begin here i'th' market place.  
Tut so long as we be commanded by the Mother Queen.  
We'll say her son is a bastard, and he were ten Philips.  F. Cole. 
Take you one market form, I'll take another.  F. Crab. 
No, Gods so; we must both keep one form.  F. Cole. 
I in oration, but not in station mount, mount?  1 
Well my masters, you know him not so well as I; on my word  
Friar Crab is a sour fellow:  2 
Yet he may utter sweet doctrine by your leave; but what  
Think you of Friar Cole?  1 
He all fire, and he be kindled once a hot Catholic.  3 
And you mark him, he has a zealous nose,  
And richly inflamed.  1 
Peace you Rogues, now they begin.  Crab. 
Incipe Frater?  Cole. 
Non ego Domine.  Crab. 
Nec ego.  Cole. 
Quare?  Crab. 
Quia?  Cole. 
Quaeso,  All. 
Here's a queasy beginning methinks; silence, silence.  Crab. 
Brethren, Citizens, and market-folks of Seville.  Cole. 
Well beloved and honoured Castilians.  Crab. 
It is not unknown to you!  Cole. 
I am sure you are not ignorant.  Crab. 
How villainous and strong?  Cole. 
How monstruous and huge?  Crab. 
The faction of Prince Philip is;  Cole. 
Philip that is a bastard:  Crab. 
Philip that is a dastard.  Cole. 
Philip that killed your King.  Crab. 
Only to make himself King.  Cole 
And by god's blessed Lady you are all damned, and you suffer it.  1 
Friar Cole says true, he speaks out of the heat of his zeal;  
Look how he glows.  2 
Well Friar Crab for my money, he has set my teeth an edge  
Against this bastard.  1 
Oh! his words are like Vergis, to whet a man's stomach.  All 
Silence, silence.  Crab. 
Now contrariwise.  Cole. 
Your Noble King the Moor.  Crab. 
Is a valiant Gentleman.  Cole. 
A Noble Gentleman.  Crab. 
An honourable Gentleman.  Cole. 
A fair black Gentleman.  Crab. 
A friend to Castilians.  Cole. 
A Champion for Castilians.  Crab. 
A man fit to be King.  Cole. 
If he were not born down by him that would be King,  
Who (as I said before) is a bastard, and no King.  1 
What think you my masters? do you mark his words well.  Crab. 
Further compare them together.  All. 
'Sblood, there's no comparison between them.  Cole. 
Nay, but hear us good Country men.  All. 
Hear Friar Coal, hear Friar Cole.  Cole. 
Set that bastard and Eleazar together:  1 
How? mean you, by the ears.  Crab. 
No, but compare them.  Colê. 
Do but compare them.  2 
Zounds, we say again comparisons are odious.  1 
But say on, say on.  Pieces go of, Friars die. All. 
Treason, treason, every man shift for himself.  
This is Philip's treason. Arm, Arm, Arm.  Exeunt.   

Act III.  

Scena. VI.  Enter Eleazar, Zarack, and Baltazar. Eleazar. 
ZArack and Baltazar, are they dispatched?  Zarack. 
We saw'em sprawl, and turn up the white of the eye.  Elea. 
So shall they perish, that lay countermines;  
To cross our high designments: by their habits,  
The Cardinal and Philip scaped our nets.  
And by your hands they tasted our revenge.  Enter Queen Mother. 
Here come the Queen, away! under our wings,  
You shall stand safe, and brave the proudest Kings.  Exeunt. Qu. Mo 
Oh! fly my Eleazar, save thy light.  
Else point a guard about thee, the mad people  
Tempestuous like the Sea run up and down  
Some crying kill the bastard, some the Moor;  
Some cry, God save King Philip; and some cry,  
God save the Moor; some others, he shall die.  Eleaz. 
Are these your fears, thus blow them into air.  
I rush amongst the thickest of their crowds,  
And with a countenance Majestical,  
Like the Imperious Sun dispersed their clouds;  
I have presumed the rankness of their breath,  
And by the magic of true eloquence,  
Transformed this many headed Cerberus,  
This pied Chameleon, this beast multitude,  
Whose power consists in number, pride in threats;  
Yet melt like snow when Majesty shines forth  
This heap of fools, who crowding in huge, swarms,  
Stood at our Court gates like a heap of dung,  
Reeking and shouting out contagious breath  
of power to poison all the elements;  
This Wolf I held byth' ears, and made him tame,  
And made him tremble at the Moors great name.  
No, we must combat with a grimmer foe,  
That damned Mendoza overturns our hopes.  
He loves you dearly.  Qu. Mo. 
By his secret Letters he hath entreated me in some disguise to leave the Court, and fly into his arms.  Eleaz. 
The world cannot devise a stratagem  
Sooner to throw confusion on his pride:  
Subscribe to his desires, and in dead night  
Steal to his Castle, swear to him his love  
Hath drawn you thither; undermine his soul,  
And learn what villainies are there laid up,  
Then for your pleasure walk to take the air:  
Near to the Castle I'll in ambush lie,  
And seem by force to take you prisoner;  
This done, I have a practice plotted here,  
Shall rid him of his life, and us of fear:  
About it madam, this is all in all;  
We cannot stand unless Mendoza fall.    

Act. IV.  

Scena. I.  Enter Emanuel King of Portugal, Prince Philip, Mendoza, Alvaro, with Drums and Soldiers marching. King Port. 
POor Spain, how is the body of thy peace  
Mangled and torn by an ambitious Moor!  
How is thy Prince and Counsellors abused,  
And trodden under the base foot of scorn:  
Wronged Lords, Emanuel of Portugal partakes  
A falling share in all your miseries:  
And though the tardy-hand of slow delay  
Withheld us from preventing your mishaps;  
Yet shall revenge dart black confusion  
Into the bosom of that damned fiend.  Phil. 
But is it possible our Mother Queen  
Should countenance his ambition.  Alv. 
Her advice is as a Steersman to direct his course.  
Besides, as we by circumstance have learned,  
She means to marry him.  Phil. 
Then here upon my knees  
I pluck allegiance from her; all that love  
Which by innative duty I did owe her,  
Shall henceforth be converted into hate.  
This will confirm the world's opinion  
That I am base born, and the damned Moor  
Had interest in my birth, this wrong alone  
Gives new fire to the cinders of my rage:  
I may be well transformed from what I am,  
When a black devil is husband to my dam.  K. Port. 
Prince, let thy rage give way to patience,  
And set a velvet brow upon the face  
Of wrinkled anger, our keen swords,  
Must right these wrongs, and not light airy words.  Phil. 
Yet words may make the edge of rage more sharp,  
And whet a blunted courage with revenge.  Alv. 
Here's none wants whetting, for our keen resolves  
Are steeled unto the back with double wrongs;  
Wrongs that would make a handless man take arms;  
Wrongs that would make a coward resolute.  Card. 
Why then join all our several wrongs in one,  
And from these wrongs assume a firm resolve,  
To send this devil to damnation.  Drums afar off. Phil. 
I hear the sound of his approaching march,  
Stand fair; Saint Jaques for the right of Spain.  To them, Enter the Moor, Roderigo, Christofero, with drums, colours, and soldiers, marching bravely. Eleaz. 
Bastard of Spain?  Phil. 
Thou true stamped son of hell,  
Thy pedigree is written in thy face.  Alarum, and a Battle, the Moor prevails: All Exeunt.   

Act. IV.  

Scena. II.  Enter Philip and Cardinal. Phil. 
MOve forward, with your main battalion,  
Or else all is lost.  Card. 
I will not move a foot.  P. 
S'heart, will you lose the day.  Card. 
You lose your wits,  
You're mad, it is no policy.  Phil. 
You lie.  Card. 
Lie?  Phil. 
Lie, a pox upon't Cardinal come on,  
Second the desperate vanguard which is mine,  
And where I'll die or win, follow my sword  
The bloody way I lead it, or by heaven  
I'll play the Devil, and mar all, we'll turn our backs  
Upon thee Moors, and set on thee; I thee,  
Thee Cardinal, s'heart thee.  Cardi. 
Your desperate arm  
Hath almost thrust quite through the heart of hope;  
Our fortunes lie a bleeding by your rash and violent  
On set.  Phil. 
Oh! oh! 'slife, 'sfoot, will you fight?  Card. 
We will not hazard all upon one cast.  Phil. 
You will not?  Card. 
No.  Phil. 
Coward.  Card. 
By deeds I'll try,  
Whether your venomous tongue says true, fare well.  
Courage shines both in this, and policy.  Exit. Phil. 
To save thy skin whole, that's thy policy;  
You whoreson fat-chopped guts. I'll melt away  
That larded body by the heat of fight,  
Which I'll compel thee to, or else by flying;  
To work which I'll give way to the proud foe,  
Whilst I stand laughing to behold thee run.  
Cardinal I'll do't, I'll do't, a Moor, a Moor,  
Philip cries a Moor, holla! ha! who!  Enter King of Port. King of Port. 
Prince, Philip, Philip,  Phil. 
Here, plague where's the Moor.  K. Port. 
The Moor's a Devil, never did horrid fiend  
Compelled by some Magicians mighty charm,  
Break through the prisons of the solid earth,  
With more strange horror, than this Prince of hell,  
This damned Negro lion-like doth rush,  
Through all, and spite of all knit opposition.  Phil. 
Puh! puh! where? Where? I'll meet him, where? you mad me.  
'Tis not his arm,  
That acts such wonders, but our cowardice,  
This Cardinal, oh! this Cardinal is a slave.  Enter Captain. Captain. 
Sound a retreat, or else the day is lost;  Phi. 
I'll beat that dog to death, that sounds; retreat.  K. Port. 
Philip.  Phil. 
I'll tear his heart out, that dares name but Sound.  K. Port. 
Sound a retreat.  Phil. 
Who's that? you tempt my sword Sir.  
Continue this alarum, fight pell-mell?  
Fight, kill, be damned? this fat-back Coward Cardinal,  
Lies heavy on my shoulders; this, I this  
Shall fling him off: Sound a retreat! Zounds, you mad me.  
Ambition plumes the Moor, whilst black despair  
Offering to tear from him the Diadem  
Which he usurps, make, him to cry at all,  
And to act deeds beyond astonishment;  
But Philip is the night that darks his glories,  
This swords yet reeking with his Negro's blood,  
Being grasped by equity, and this strong arm  
Shall through and through.  All 
Away then.  Phil. 
From before me;  
Stay, stand, stand fast, fight? A Moor, a Moor.    

Act. IV.  

Scena. III.  To them enter Eleazar, Zarack, Baltazar, Roderigo, Christofero, and others, they fight, Moors are all beat in, Exeunt omnes, manet Eleazar weary; stays, a Moor lies slain. Eleaz. 
OH for more work, more souls to post to hell;  
That I might pile up Charon's boat so full,  
Until it topple o'er, Oh 'twould be sport  
To see them sprawl through the black slimy lake.  
Ha, ha; there's one going thither, sirrah, you,  
You slave, who killed thee? how he grins! this breast,  
Had it been tempered, and made proof like mine,  
It never would have been a mark for fools  
To hit afar off with their dastard bullets.  
But thou didst well, thou knew'st I was thy Lord;  
And out of love and duty to me here,  
Where I fell weary, thou laidst down thyself  
To bear me up, thus: God a-mercy slave.  
A King for this shall give thee a rich grave.  As he sits down, enter Philip with a broken sword. Phil. 
I'll wear thee to the pommel, but I'll find  
The subject of mine honour and revenge.  
Moor 'tis for thee I seek; Come now, now take me  
At good advantage: speak, where art thou?  Eleaz. 
Here.  Phil. 
Fate and revenge I thank you rise.  Elea. 
Leave and live.  Phil. 
Villain, it is Philippe that bids rise.  Eleaz. 
It had been good for thee to have hid thy name.  
Forth discovery, like to a dangerous charm,  
Hurts him that finds it, wherefore does those blood hounds  
Thy rage and valour chase me?  Phil. 
Why to kill thee.  Eleaz. 
With that! what a blunt axe? think'st thou I'll let  
Thy fury take a full blow at this head,  
Having these arms, be wise; go change thy weapon.  Phil. 
Oh, Sir!  Eleaz. 
I'll stay thy coming.  Phil. 
thou'lt be damned first.  Eleaz 
By all our Indian gods.  Phil. 
Puh, never swear;  
Thou know'st 'tis for a kingdom which we fight;  
And for that who'll not venture to hellgates.  
Come Moor, I am armed with more than complete steel,  
The justice of my quarrel: when I look  
Upon my Father's wrongs, my brother's wounds,  
My mother's infamy, Spain's misery,  
And lay my finger her, Oh! 'tis too dull,  
To let out blood enough to quench them all.  
But when I see your face, and know what fears.  
Hang on thy troubled soul, like leaden weights,  
To make it sink; I know this finger's touch  
Has strength to throw thee down, I know this iron  
Is sharp and long enough to reach that head  
Fly not devil, if thou do?  Eleaz 
How fly; Oh baste!  Phil 
Come then  Eleaz. 
Stay Philip, whosoever begat thee.  Phil. 
Why slave, a King begat me.  Eleaz. 
May be so.  
But I'll be sworn thy mother was a Queen;  
For her sake will I kill thee nobly:  
Fling me thy sword, there's mine, I scorn to strike  
A man disarmed.  Phil. 
For this dishonouring me  
I'll give thee one stab more.  Eleaz. 
I'll run away,  
unless thou change that weapon, or take mine.  Phil. 
Neither.  Eleaz. 
Farewell.  Phil. 
S'heart, stay, and if you dare,  
Do as I do, oppose thy naked breast  
Against this poniard; see, here's this for thine.  Eleaz. 
I am for thee Philip.  Phil. 
Come, nay take more ground,  
That with a full career thou mayst strike home.  Eleaz. 
thou'lt run away then.  Phil. 
Hah!  Eleaz. 
thou'lt run away then.  Phil. 
Faith, I will, but first on this I'll bear  
Thy panting heart, thy head upon thy spear.  Eleaz. 
Come.  Enter on both sides, Cardinal, and King of Portugal, on the one side, and Moors on the other side. Card. 
Side upon the Moors.  Moor. 
Side upon the Cardinal.  Phil. 
Hold Cardinal, strike not any of our side,  Eleaz. 
Hold Moors, strike not any of our side,  Phil. 
we two will close this battle.  Eleaz. 
Come, agreed.  
Stand armies and give aim, whilst we two bleed.  Card. 
With poniards; 'tis too desperate, dear Philip.  Phil. 
Away, have at the Moor, s'heart let me come?  K. Port. 
Be armed with manly weapons, 'tis for slaves,  
To dig their own and such unworthy graves.  Eleaz. 
I am for thee any way, thus, or see thus,  
Here try the vigour of thy sinewy arm,  
The day is ours already, brainless heads  
And bleeding bodies like a crown do stand,  
About the temples of our victory.  
Yet Spaniards if you dare we'll fight it out,  
Thus man to man alone, I'll first begin,  
And conquer, or in blood wade up toth' chin.  Phil. 
Let not a weapon stir, but his and mine.  Eleaz. 
Nor on this side, conquest in blood shall shine.  Alarum. They fight a Combat, The Moor is struck down, which his side seeing, step all in and rescue him; The rest join and drive in the Moors. Alarum continuing, Spaniards and Moors with drums and colours fly over the stage, pursued by Philip, Cardinal, King Port. And others. Enter Zarack Christofero, and Eleazar at several doors. Christo. 
Where is my Lord?  Zarack. 
Where is our Sovereign?  Eleaz. 
What news brings Zarack and Christofero?  Zarack. 
Oh fly my Lord! fly; for the day is lost.  Eleaz. 
There are three hundred and odd days in a year,  
And cannot we lose one of them, come fight.  Christo. 
The Lords have left us, and the soldiers faint,  
You are round beset with proud fierce enemies;  
Death cannot be prevented but by flight?  Eleaz. 
He shall Christofero I have yet left,  
One stratagem that in despite of fate,  
shall turn the wheel of war about once more,  
The Mother Queen hath all this while sate sadly,  
Within our tent, expecting to whose bosom,  
White winged peace and victory will fly,  
Her have I used as a fit property,  
To stop this dangerous current; her have I sent,  
Armed with love's magic to enchant the Cardinal;  
And bind revenge down with resistless charms.  
By this time does she hang about his neck,  
And by the witchcraft of a cunning kiss;  
Has she disarmed him, hark, they sound  Retreat. 
She has prevailed, a woman's tongue and eye;  
Are weapons stronger than Artillery.  Exeunt.   

Act. IV  

Scena. IV.  Enter Cardinal, Queen Mother. soldiers, drums, and colours. Queen Mo. 
BY all those sighs which thou (like passionate tunes)  
Hast often to my dull ears offered,  
By all thy hopes to enjoy my royal Bed;  
By all those mourning lines which thou hast sent,  
Weeping in black to tell thy languishment:  
By loves best richest treasure, which I swear,  
I will bestow, and which none else shall wear,  
As the most prized Jewel, but thyself,  
By that bright fire which flaming through thine eyes;  
From thy love scorched bosom does arise.  
I do conjure thee, let no churlish sound,  
With wars lewd horror my desires confound;  
Dear, dear Mendoza, thus I do entreat,  
That still thou wouldst continue this retreat;  
I'll hang upon thee till I hear thee say,  
Woman prevail; or chiding, criest away.  Card 
Is there no trick in this, forged by the Moor?  Qu. M. 
I would the moor's damnation were the ransom,  
Of all that innocent blood, that has been shed  
In this black day; I care not for the Moor,  
Love to my kingdom's peace makes me put on  
This habit of a suppliant; shall I speed?  Card. 
You shall, were it to have my bosom bleed:  
I have no power to spare the negro's head,  
When I behold the wounds which his black hand  
Has given mine honour: but when I look on you,  
I have no power to hate him, since your breath  
Dissolves my frozen heart, being spent for him;  
In you my life must drown itself or swim,  
You have prevailed: Drum swiftly hence? call back  
Our fierce pursuing troops, that run to catch  
The laurel wreath of conquest: Let it stand  
A while untouched by any soldier's hand.  Exit drum. 
Away? stay you and guard us, where's the Moor?  
I'll lose what I have got, a victor's prize,  
Yielding myself a prisoner to your eyes.  Qu. Mo. 
Mine eyes shall quickly grant you liberty,  
The Moor stays my return, I'll put on wings,  
And fetch him, to make peace belongs to Kings.  As she goes out, Enter Eleazar, Zarack, Baltazar, and soldiers well armed, at sight of each other all draw. Card. 
soldiers call back the drum, we are betrayed.  Eleaz. 
Moors stand upon your guard, avoid, look back.  Qu. Mo. 
What means this jealousy? Mendoza, Moor,  
Lay by your weapons, and embrace the fight,  
Of this, and this; begets suspicion,  
Eleazar by my birth, he comes in peace,  
Mendoza by mine honour so comes he.  Car. 
Discharge these soldiers then.  Eleaz. 
And these.  soldiers stand aloof. Cardinal. 
Away.  Eleazar. 
Go.  Q. M. 
Soul, rejoice to see this glorious day.  She joins them together, they embrace. Car. 
Your virtues work this wonder: I have met,  
At her most dear command, what's your desires?  Eleaz. 
Peace and your honoured arms: how loathingly  
I sounded the alarms, witness heaven  
'Twas not to strike your breast, but to let out,  
The rank blood of ambition: That Philip  
Makes you his ladder, and being climbed so high  
As he may reach a diadem, there you lie.  
He's base begotten, that's his mother's sin.  Q Mo. 
God pardon it.  Eleaz. 
ay, amen, but he's a bastard,  
And rather than I'll kneel to him, I'll saw  
My legs off by the thighs, because I'll stand  
In spite of reverence: he's a bastard, he's,  
And to beat down his usurpation,  
I have thrown about this thunder, but Mendoza,  
The people hate him for his birth,  
He only leans on you, you are his pillar;  
You gone, he walks on crutches, or else falls;  
Then shrink from under him, are not they  
Fools, that bearing others up themselves seem low,  
Because they above sit high, why you do so.  Card. 
'Tis true.  Qu. Mo 
Behold this error with fixed eyes.  Card. 
'Tis true, well.  Eleaz. 
Oh! have you found it, have you smelled  
The train of powder that must blow you up,  
Up into air, what air? why this, a breath,  
Look you, in this time may a King meet death;  
An eye to't, check it, check it.  Card. 
How?  Eleaz. 
How! thus:  
Steal from the heat of that incestuous blood,  
Where ravished honour, and Philippo lies;  
Leave him, divide this huge and monstrous body  
Of armed Spanyards into limbs thus big;  
Part man from man, send every soldier home,  
I'll do the like; Peace with an Olive branch  
Shall fly with Dovelike wings about all Spain:  
The crown which I as a good husband keep,  
I will lay down upon the empty chair;  
Marry you the Queen and fill it, for my part  
These knees are yours, Sir.  Card. 
Is this sound?  Eleaz. 
From my heart.  Card. 
If you prove false.  Eleaz. 
If I do, let fire fall—  Card. 
Amen.  Eleaz. 
Upon thy head, and so it shall.  Card. 
All of myself is yours; soldiers be gone.  Eleaz. 
And that way you.  Card. 
The rest I will divide:  
The Lords shall be convented.  Eleaz. 
Good.  Card. 
Let's meet.  Qu Mo. 
Where.  Eleaz. 
Here anon, this is thy winding-sheet.  Exit Cardinal. The Moor walks up and down musing. Qu. Mo. 
What shape will this prodigious womb bring forth,  
Which groans with such strange labour.  Eleaz 
Excellent.  Qu. Mo. 
Why, Eleazar, art thou wrapped with joys,  
Or does thy sinking policy make to shore.  Eleaz. 
Ha!  Qu. Mo. 
Eleazar, mad man! hear'st thou Moor.  Eleaz. 
Well, so; you turn my brains, you mar the face  
Of my attempts i'th' making: for this chaos,  
This lump of projects, ere it be licked over,  
'Tis like a bear's conception; stratagems  
Being but begot, and not got out, are like  
Charged Cannons not discharged, they do no harm,  
Nor good, true policy breeding in the brain  
Is like a bar of Iron, whose ribs being broken,  
And softened in the fire, you then may forge it  
Into a sword to kill, or to a helmet, to defend life:  
'Tis therefore wit to try  
All fashions, ere you apparel villainy;  
But, but I ha' suited him, fit, fit, Oh fit!  Qu. Mo. 
How? prithee how?  Eleaz. 
Why thus; yet no, let's hence,  
My heart is nearest of my counsel, yet,  
I scarce dare trust my heart with't, what I do,  
It shall look old, the hour wherein 'tis born,  
Wonders twice seen are garments overworn.  Exeunt.   

Act. IV.  

Scena. V.  Enter Cardinal at one door, Philippo half armed, and two soldiers following him with the rest of the armour: the Cardinal seeing him, turns back again. Phil. 
SIrrah, you Cardinal, coward, runaway:  
So ho ho, what Cardinal.  Card. 
I am not for your lure.  Exit. Phil. 
For that then, Oh! that it had nailed thy heart  
Up to the pommel to the earth; come, arm me,  
Ha! s'foot, when all our swords were royally guilt with blood,  
When with red sweat that trickled from our wounds,  
we had dearly earned a victory! when hell  
Had from their hinges heaved off her iron gates  
To bid the damned Moor and the devils enter;  
Then to lose all, than to sound base retreat;  
Why soldiers, hah?  1. Sould. 
I am glad of it my Lord.  Phil. 
Hah! glad; art glad I am dishonoured?  
That thou and he dishonoured.  1. Sould. 
Why? my Lord;  
I am glad, that you so cleanly did come off.  Phil. 
Thou hast a lean face, and a carrion heart:  
A plague on him and thee too: then, s'heart then,  
To crack the very heartstrings of our Army,  
To quarter it in pieces, I could tear my hair,  
And in cursing spend my soul,  
Cardinal; what Judas! come, we'll fight,  
Till there be left but one, if I be he,  
I'll die a glorious death.  1. Sould. 
So will I, I hope in my bed.  2. Sould. 
Till there be but one left, my Lord, why that's now; for all our fellows are crawled home; some with one leg, some with ne'er an arm, some with their brains beaten out, and glad they 'scaped so.  Phil. 
But my dear Countrymen, you'll stick to me.  1. Sould. 
Stick! I my Lord, stick like Bandogs, till we be pulled off.  Phil. 
That's nobly said, I'll lead you but to death,  
Where I'll have greatest share, we shall win fame,  
For life and that doth crown a soldier's name.  1. Sould. 
How! to death my Lord? not I by gadelet: I have a poor wife and children at home, and if I die they beg; and do you think I'll see her go up and down the wide universal world.  Phil. 
For every drop of blood which thou shalt lose,  
Coward I'll give thy wife a wedge of gold.  2. Sould. 
Hang him meacock, my Lord, arm yourself, I'll fight for you, till I have not an eye to see the fire in my touchhole.  Phil. 
Be thou a King's companion, thou and I  
Will dare the Cardinal, and the Moor to fight,  
In single combat, shall we? hah!  2. Sould 
Agreed.  Phil. 
we'll beat 'em to hell gate, shall we? hah!  2. Sould. 
Hell gate's somewhat too hot, somewhat too hot; the Porter's a knave: I'd be loath to be damned for my conscience; I'll knock anybody's costard, so I knock not there, my Lord; hell gates!  Phil. 
A pox upon such slaves.  1. Sould. 
Hang him, a peasant, my Lord, you see I am but a scrag, my Lord; my legs are not of the biggest, nor the least, nor the best that e'er were stood upon, nor the worst, but they are of God's making; And for your sake, if ever we put our enemies to flight again, by Gad's lid if I run not after them like a Tiger, hough me.  Phil. 
But wilt thou stand to't ere they fly? ha! wilt thou?  1 Soul. 
Will I quoth 'a? by this hand, and the honour of a soldier.  Phil. 
And by a soldier's honour I will load thee  
with Spanish pistolets: to have this head,  
Thy face, and all thy body, stuck with scars,  
Why 'tis a sight more glorious, then to see  
A Lady hung with Diamonds: If thou lose  
A hand, I'll send this after, if an arm,  
I'll lend thee one of mine, come then let's fight.  
A mangled Lame true soldier is a gem,  
Worth Caesar's Empire, though fools spurn at them.  1 Soul. 
Yet my Lord I ha' seen lame soldiers, not worth the crutches they leaned upon, hands and arms quotha? Zounds not I, I'll double my files, or stand sentry, or so; But I'll be hanged and quartered, before I'll have my members cut off.  2 Sould. 
And I too, hold thee there.  Beats 'em both in. Phil. 
Hold you both there, away you rogues, you dirt,  
Thus do I tread upon you, out, begone?  
One valiant is an host, fight then alone.  Enter Cardinal, Alvero, Christofero, and Soldiers. Car. 
Prince Philip.  Phil. 
For the Crown of Spain, come all.  Car. 
We come in love and peace.  Phil. 
But come in war:  
Bring naked swords, not laurel boughs, in peace?  
Plague on your rank peace, will you fight and cry  
Down with the Moor, and then I'm yours: I'll die,  
I have a heart, two arms, a soul, a head,  
I'll lay that down, I'll venture all; 'sfoot, all  
Come tread upon me, so that Moor may fall.  Car. 
By heaven that Moor shall fall.  Phil. 
Thy hand, and thine,  Flings down his weapons. 
Give me but half your hearts, you have all mine,  
By heaven, shall he fall?  Car. 
Yes, upon thee  
Like to the ruins of a tower, to grind  
Thy body into dirt, traitor, and bastard,  
I do arrest thee of High treason.  Phil. 
Hah!  
Traitor? and bastard? and by thee? my weapons?  Car. 
Lay hands upon him.  Phil. 
ay, you're best do so.  Car. 
Alvero there's the warrant to your hands,  
The prisoner is committed, Lords let's part,  
Look to him on your life  Exeunt Cardinal &c. Manent, Philip and Alvero. Phil. 
Heart, heart, heart, heart,  Tears the warrant. 
The Devil, and his dam, the Moor, and my Mother,  
Their warrant? I will not obey, Old grey beard,  
Thou shalt not be my Jailer, there's no prison,  
No dungeon deep enough, no grates so strong,  
That can keep in a man so mad with wrong.  
What dost thou weep?  Alve. 
I would fain shed a tear,  
But from mine eyes so many showers are gone,  
Grief drinks my tears so fast, that here's not one,  
You must to prison.  Phil. 
Dost thou speak to me?  Alve. 
You must to prison.  Phil. 
And from thence to death;  
I thought I should have had a tomb hung round,  
With tottered colours, broken spears, I thought  
My body should have fallen down, full of wounds.  
But one can kill an Emperor, fool then why  
Wouldst thou have many? curse, be mad, and die,  Exeunt.  
The end of the fourth Act.   

Act. V.  

Scena I.  Enter Roderigo, and Christofero; two bareheaded before them, Alvero, Cardinal alone, Zarack, and Baltazar bearing the Crown on a cushion, Eleazar next, Queen Mother after him other Lords after her, Alvero sad, meets them. Card. 
ALvero 'tis the pleasure of the King,  
Of the Queen Mother, and these honoured States,  
To ease you of Philip, there's a warrant  
Sent to remove him to a stronger guard.  Alve. 
I thank you, you shall rid me of much care.  Eleaz. 
Sit down, and take your place!  Alve. 
If I might have the place I like best, it should be my grave.  Sits down. The Moors stand aside with the Crown, Eleazar rising, takes it! Eleaz. 
Stand in voice, reach, away!  Both Moors. 
we are gone.  Exeunt. Eleaz. 
Princes of Spain if in this royal Court,  
There sit a man, that having laid his hold,  
So fast on such a jewel, and dare wear it,  
In the contempt of envy as I dare,  
Yet uncompelled (as freely as poor pilgrims,  
Bestow their prayers) would give such wealth away;  
Let such a man step forth; what do none rise?  
No, no, for Kings indeed are deities.  
And who'd not (as the sun) in brightness shine?  
To be the greatest, is to be divine:  
Who among millions would not be the mightest?  
To sit in Godlike state, to have all eyes,  
Dazzled with admiration, and all tongues  
Showing loud Prayers, to rob every heart  
Of love, to have the strength of every arm.  
A sovereign's name, why 'tis a Sovereign charm.  
This glory round about me hath thrown beams,  
I have stood upon the top of fortune's wheel,  
And backward turned the Iron screw of fate,  
The destinies have spun a silken thread  
About my life, yet Noble Spaniards see?  
Hoc tantum tanti, thus I cast aside  
The shape of Majesty and on my knee,  Kneels: the Cardinal fetches the Crown and sets it on the chair. 
To this Imperial State lowly resign,  
This usurpation, wiping off your tears,  
Which stuck so hard upon me, let a hand  
A right, and royal hand take up this wreath,  
And guard it, right is of itself most strong,  
No kingdom got by cunning can stand long.  Car. 
Proceed to new election of a King.  All. 
Agreed.  Eleaz. 
Stay Peers of Spain, if young Philippo,  
Be Philip's son, then is he Philip's heir,  
Then must his Royal name be set in gold,  
Philip is then the Diamond to that ring;  
But if he be a bastard, here's his seat,  
For baseness has no gall, till it grow great.  
First therefore let him blood, if he must bleed,  
Yet in what vein you strike him, best take heed:  
The Portugall's his friend, you saw he came  
At holding up a finger, armed; this peace  
Rid hence his dangerous friendship, he's at home,  
But when he hears, that Philip is tied up,  
Yet hears not why, he'll catch occasions lock,  
And on that narrow bridge make shift to lead  
A scrambling army through the heart of Spain,  
Look to't being in, he'll hardly out again.  
Therefore first prove, and then proclaim him bastard.  Alve. 
How shall we prove it?  Eleaz. 
He that put him out to making,  
I am sure can tell, if not,  
Than she that shaped him can, here's the Queen Mother  
Being pricked in conscience, and preferring Spain,  
Before her own respect, will name the man,  
If he be noble & a Spaniard born, he'll hide,  
The apparent scars of their infamies  
With the white hand of marriage; that and time,  
Will eat the blemish off, say? shall it?  All. 
No.  Card. 
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.  Hort. 
Death is too easy for such villainy.  Eleaz. 
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.  
I would he might, I know myself am clear  
As is the new born Infant. Madam stand forth,  
Behold to speak, shame in the grave wants sense:  
Heaven with sins greatest forfeits can dispense.  Q. Mo. 
Would I were covered with the veil of night,  
You might not see red shame sit on my cheek;  
But being Spain's common safety stands for truth,  
Hiding my weeping eyes, I blush, and say;  
Philippo's father sits here.  Roder. 
Here! name him?  Q. Mo. 
The Lord Mendoza did beget that son,  
Oh! let not this dishonour further run?  Alve, 
What Cardinal Mendoza?  Qu. Mo. 
Yes, yes, even he  Eleaz 
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.  Car. 
ay Philip's father?—  comes down, the rest talk. Q. M. 
Nay! deny me not?  
Now may a kingdom and my love be got.  Car. 
Those eyes and tongue bewitch me, shame lie here;  
That love has sweetest taste that is bought dear.  Christo. 
What answers Lord Mendoza to the Queen?  Car. 
I confess guilty, Philip is my son,  
Her Majesty hath named the time and place.  Alv. 
To you, but not to us, go forward Madam.  Q. Mo. 
Within the circle of twice ten years since,  
Your deceased King made war in barbary,  
Won Tunis, conquered Fez, and hand to hand,  
Slew great Abdela, King of Fez, and father  
To that Barbarian Prince.  Eleaz. 
I was but young, but now methinks  
I see my father's wounds, poor Barbaria!  
No more.  Q. Mo. 
In absence of my Lord mourning his want,  
To me alone, being in my private walk,  
I think at Salamanca; ay, 'twas there;  
Enters Mendoza under show of shrift,  
Threatens my death if I denied his lust,  
In fine by force he won me to his will,  
I wept, and cried for help, but all in vain;  
Mendoza there abused the bed of Spain.  E'eaz 
Spaniard or Moor, that saucy slave shall die.  Alve 
Why did not you complain of this vile act?  Q Mo. 
Alas! I was alone, young, full of fear;  
Bashful, and doubtful of my own defame;  
Knowing King Philip rash and jealous,  
I hid his sins, thinking to hide my shame.  Horten. 
What says the Cardinal?  Car. 
Such a time there was;  
'Tis past, I'll make amends with marriage,  
And satisfy with Trentals, dirges, prayers,  
The offended spirit of the wronged King.  Queen and they talk. Eleaz. 
Spaniard or Moor, that saucy slave shall die;  
Oh! 'twould seem best, it should be thus Mendoza:  
She to accuse, I urge, and both conclude,  
Your marriage like a comic interlude.  
Lord's will you hear this hateful sin confessed?  
And not impose upon the ravisher death,  
The due punishment, oh! it must be so.  Alve. 
What does the Queen desire?  Qu. Mo. 
Justice, revenge,  
On vile Mendoza for my ravishment:  
I kiss the cold earth with my humbled knees,  
From whence I will not rise, till some just hand,  
Cast to the ground the Traitor Cardinal.  All. 
Stand forth Mendoza.  Eleaz. 
Swells your heart so high?  
Down Lecher; if you will not stand, then lie.  Car. 
You have betrayed me, by my too much trust,  
I never did this deed of Rape and Lust.  Roder. 
Your tongue confessed it.  Car. 
True, I was enticed.  Eleaz. 
Enticed? do you believe that?  Qu. Mo. 
Justice Lords! sentence the Cardinal for  
His hateful sin.  Alve. 
We will assemble all the States of Spain,  
And as they Judge, so Justice shall be done.  Eleaz. 
A guard! to prison with the Cardinal.  Car. 
damned slave my tongue shall go at liberty  Enter Zarack, Baltazar & others. 
To curse thee, ban that strumpet; Dogs keep off.  Eleaz. 
Hist, hist, on, on.  Qu. Mo. 
I cannot brook his sight.  Alv. 
You must to prison, and be patient.  Card. 
Weep'st thou Alvero? all struck dumb? my fears,  
Are that those drops will change to bloody tears.  
This woman, and this Serpent.  Qu. Mo. 
Drag him hence.  Car. 
Who dares lay hands upon me, Lords of Spain  
Let your swords bail me, this false Queen did lie.  Eleaz. 
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.  Card. 
I'll fight with thee, damned hellhound for my life.  Eleaz. 
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.  Card. 
I'll prove upon thy head.  Eleaz. 
The slave shall die.  Card. 
Lords stop this villain's throat.  Eleaz. 
Shall die, shall die.  Card. 
Hear me but speak.  Eleaz. 
Away.  Alve. 
Words are ill spent,  
Where wrong sits Judge, you're armed if innocent.  Card. 
Well, than I must to prison: Moor, no more:  
Heavens thou art just, Prince Philip I betrayed,  
And now myself fall: Guile with guile is paid.  Exit. Qu. Mo. 
Philip being proved a bastard; who shall sit  
Upon this empty throne?  Eleaz. 
Strumpet, not you.  Qu. Mo. 
Strumpet! and I not sit there! who then?  Eleaz. 
Down;  
Back, if she touch it she'll bewitch the chair;  
This throne belongs to Isabel the fair,  
Bring forth the Princes dressed in royal robes,  
The true affecter of Alvero's son,  
Virtuous Hortenzo. Lords, behold your Queen.    

Act. V.  

Scena. II.  Enter Isabella led in, in royal robes. Hortenzo. Qu. Mo. 
THou villain! what intendest thou, savage slave?  Eleaz. 
To advance virtue thus, and thus to tread  
On lust, on murder, on adultery's head.  
Look Lords upon your Sovereign Isabel,  
Though all may doubt the fruits of such a Womb,  
Is she not like King Philip? let her rule.  Qu. Mo. 
She rule?  Eleaz. 
She rule? ay she.  Qu. Mo. 
A child to sway an empire? I am her Protectress;  
I'll pour black curses on thy damned head,  
If thou wrong'st me. Lords, Lords!  Eleaz. 
Princes of Spain,  
Be deaf, be blind, hear not, behold her not,  
She killed my virtuous wife.  Qu. Mo. 
He killed your King.  Eleaz. 
'Twas in my just wrath.  Qu. Mo. 
'Twas to get his Crown.  Eleaz. 
His Crown! why here 'tis: thou slewst my Maria,  
To have access to my unstained bed.  Qu. Mo. 
Oh heaven!  Eleaz. 
'Tis true, how often have I stopped  
Thy unchaste songs from passing through mine ears?  
How oft, when thy luxurious arms have twined  
About my jetty neck, have I cried out  
Away, those scalding veins burn me 'tis true.  Qu. Mo. 
Devil, 'tis a lie.  Eleaz. 
Thou slewst my sweet Maria;  
Alvero 'twas thy daughter, 'twas: Hortenzo,  
She was thy sister; Justice Isabella!  
This Serpent poisoned thy dear father's bed,  
Setting large horns on his Imperial head.  Qu. Mo. 
Hear me.  Eleaz. 
Hah! why?  Alv. 
Madam you shall be heard,  
Before the Courts, before the Courts of Spain  Eleaz. 
A guard, a guard.  Enter two Moors, and others. Qu. Mo. 
A guard; for what? for whom?  Hort. 
To wait on you,  
So many great sins must not wait with few.  Qu. Mo. 
Keep me in prison! dare you Lords?  Alv. 
Oh no!  
Were your cause strong, we would not arm you so;  
But honour fainting needeth many hands,  
Kingdoms stand safe, when mischief lies in bands:  
You must to prison.  Exeunt. Qu. Mo. 
Must I? must I, slave!  
I'll damn thee, ere thou triumphest o'er my grave.  Exit with a guard.   

Act. V.  

Scena. III.  Manet Eleazar. Eleaz. 
DO, do! my jocund spleen;  
It does, it will, it shall, I have at one throw,  
Rifled away the Diadem of Spain;  
'Tis gone, and there's no more to set but this  
At all, then at this last cast I'll sweep up  
My former petty losses, or lose all.  
Like to a desperate Gamester; hah! how? fast?  Enter Zarack. Zarack. 
Except their bodies turn to airy spirits,  
And fly through windows, they are fast my Lord:  
If they can eat through locks and bars of Iron,  
They may escape, if not? than not.  Eleaz. 
Ho! Zarack!  
Wit is a thief, there's picklock policy,  
To whom all doors fly open: therefore go,  
In our name charge the Keeper to resign  
His office; and if he have tricks of cruelty,  
Let him bequeathe'em at his death, for kill him;  
Turn all thy body into eyes,  
And watch them, let those eyes like fiery comets  
Sparkle out nothing but the death of Kings.  
And. ah! now thus thou know'st I did invent,  
A torturing Iron chain.  Zarack. 
Oh! for necks my Lord.  Eleaz. 
I that, that, that, away and yoke them, stay  Enter Baltazar. 
Here's Balt. go both, teach them to preach,  
Through an Iron Pillory: I'll spread a net,  
To catch Alvero, oh! he's is old and wise,  
They are unfit to live, that have sharp eyes, Hortenzo, Roderigo, to't, to't all:  
They have supple knees sleeked brows, but hearts of gall:  
The bitterness shallbe washed off with blood,  
Tyrants swim safest in a crimson flood.  Balt 
I come to tell your grace that Isabella,  
Is with Hortenzo arm in arm at hand,  
Zarack and I may kill them, now with ease,  
Is't done. and then 'tis done.  Zarack. 
Murder thou the man,  
And I'll stab her.  Eleaz. 
No, I'll speed her myself,  
Arm in arm, so, so, look upon this Ring,  
whoever brings this token to your hands  
Regard not for what purpose, seize on them,  
And chain them to the rest, they come, away,  
Murder be proud, and Tragedy laugh on,  
I'll seek a stage for thee to jet upon.  Enter Isabella, Hortenzo, seeing the Moor turn back. Eleaz. 
My Lord! my Lord Hortenzo.  Hortenzo. 
Hah! is't you,  
Trust me I saw you not.  Eleaz. 
What makes your grace so sad?  Hor. 
She grieves for the imprisoned Queen her Mother,  
And for Philip, in the sandy heap,  
That wait upon an hour, there are not found  
So many little bodies as those sighs  
And tears, which she hath every Minute spent,  
Since her loved Brother felt Imprisonment.  Eleaz. 
Pity, great pity, would it lay in me,  
To give him liberty.  Isabel. 
It does.  Eleaz. 
In me?  
Free him, your Mother Queen, and Cardinal too.  
In me? alas! not me, no, no, in you;  
Yet for I'll have my conscience, white and pure,  
Here Madam take this Ring, and if my name  
Can break down Castle walls, and open Gates,  
Take it, and do't, fetch them all forth: and yet,  
'Tis unfit you should go.  Hor. 
That happy office I'll execute  
myself.  Eleaz. 
Will you? would I,  
Stood gracious in their sight: well, go,  
Do what you will Hortenzo, if this charm  
Unbinds them, here 'tis; Lady, you and I  
Aloof will follow him, and when we meet,  
Speak for me, for I'll kiss Philippo's feet.  Hort. 
I shall be proud to see all reconciled.  Exit. Eleaz. 
Alas! my Lord, why true, go, go.  Isabel. 
Make haste dear love.  Eleaz. 
Hortenzo is a man  
Composed of sweet proportion, has a foot,  
A leg, a hand, a face, an eye, a wit,  
The best Hortenzo in the Spanish Court.  
Oh! he's the Nonpareil.  Isabel. 
Your tongue had wont,  
To be more sparing in Hortenzo's praise.  Eleaz. 
ay, I may curse his praises, rather ban  
Mine own nativity, why did this colour,  
Dart in my flesh so far? oh! would my face  
Were of Hortenzo's fashion, else would your  
Were as black as mine is.  Isabel. 
Mine like yours, why?  Eleaz. 
Hark!  
I love you, yes faith, I said this, I love you  
I do, leave him.  Isabel. 
Damnation vanish from me.  Eleaz 
Coy? were you as hard as flint Oh! you should yield  
Like softened wax, were you as pure as fire,  
I'll touch you, yes, I'll taint you, see you this,  
I'll bring you to this lure.  Isabel. 
If I want hands  
To kill myself, before thou dost it; do.  Eleaz. 
I'll cut away your hands: well my desire  
Is raging as the Sea, and mad as fire,  
Will you?  Isabel. 
Torment me not good Devil.  Eleazar. 
Will you?  Isabel. 
I'll tear mine eyes out if they tempt thy lust;  Eleaz. 
Do.  Isabel. 
Touch me not, these knives.  Eleaz. 
ay, ay, kill yourself,  
Because I jest with you: I wrong Hortenzo?  
Settle your thoughts, 'twas but a trick to try,  
That which few women have, true constancy.  Isabel. 
If then my speeches taste of gall.  Eleaz. 
Nay faith,  
You are not bitter, no, you should have railed,  
Have spit upon me, spurned me, you are not bitter;  
Why do you think that I'd nurse a though,  
To hurt your honour? If that thought had brains,  
I'd beat them out, but come, by this, Hortenzo  
Is fast.  Isabel. 
Hah! fast?  Eleaz. 
I fast in Philip's arms.  
Wrestling together for the price of love;  
By this, they're on the way, I'll be your guard,  
Come follow me, I'll lead you in the van,  
Where thou shalt see four chins upon one chain.  Exeunt.   

Act. V.  

Scena IV.  Enter Hortenzo, Queen Mother, Cardinal, and Philip chained 'by the necks, Zarack, and Baltazar busy about fastening Hortenzo. Hort. 
YOu damned Ministers of villainy,  
Sworn to damnation by the book of hell;  
You maps of night, you element of Devils,  
Why do you yoke my neck with Iron chains?  Baltaz. 
Many do borrow chains, but you have this  
Gratis, for nothing.  Card. 
Slaves unbind us.  Both. 
No—  Exeunt two Moors Phil. 
I am impatient, veins why crack you not?  
And tilt your blood into the face of heaven  
To make red clouds like Ensigns in the sky,  
Displaying a damned tyrant's cruelty;  
Yet can I laugh in my extremest pangs,  
Of blood, and spirit, to see the Cardinal,  
Keep rank with me, and my vile Mother Queen,  
To see herself, where she would have me seen.  
Good fellowship I'faith.  Hort. 
And I can tell,  
True misery, loves a companion well.  Phil. 
Thou left'st me to the mercy of a Moor,  
That hath damnation died upon his flesh;  
'Twas well, thou Mother didst unmotherly  
Betray thy true son to false bastardy:  
Thou left'st me then, now thou art found; and stayed,  
And thou who didst betray me, art betrayed.  
A plague upon you all.  Card. 
Thou cursest them,  
Whom I may curse; first may I curse myself,  
Too credulous of Loyalty and love;  
Next may I curse the Moor, more than a Devil.  
And last thy Mother, mother of all evil.  Queen Mo. 
All curses, and all crosses light on thee,  
What need I curse myself, when all curse me.  
I have been deadly impious I confess,  
Forgive me, and my sin will seem the less:  
This heavy chain which now my neck assault,  
Weighs ten times lighter than my heavy faults.  Phil. 
Hortenzo, I commend myself to thee,  
Thou that art nearest, stand'st furthest off from me.  Horten. 
That mould of Hell, that Moor has chained me here,  
'Tis not myself, but Isabel I fear.    

Act. V  

Scena V.  Enter Eleazar, Zarack, and Baltazar. Eleaz. 
IT's strange! will not Prince Philip come with Hortenzo.  Zarack. 
He swears he'll live and die there.  Eleaz. 
Marry, and shall;  
I pray persuade him you, to leave the place,  
A prison? why it's hell; Alas here they be,  
Hah! they are they i'faith, see, see, see, see.  All. 
Moor, Devil, toad, serpent.  Eleaz. 
Oh sweet airs, sweet voices.  Isabel. 
Oh my Hortenzo!  Eleaz. 
Do not these birds sing sweetly Isabella?  
Oh! how their spirits would leap aloft and spring,  
Had they their throats at liberty to sing.  Phil. 
Damnation dog thee.  Card. 
Furies follow thee.  Qu Mo. 
Comets confound thee.  Horten. 
And hell swallow thee.  Eleaz. 
Sweeter and sweeter still, Oh! harmony,  
Why there's no music like to misery.  Isabel. 
Hast thou betrayed me thus?  Eleaz. 
Not I, not I.  Phil. 
Sirrah, hedgehog.  Eleaz. 
Hah! I'll hear thee presently.  Isabel. 
Hear me then, Hellhound; slaves, Unchain my love,  
Or by—  Eleaz. 
By what? is't not rare walking here.  
methinks this stage shows like a Tennis Court;  
does it not Isabell? I'll show thee how:  
Suppose that Iron chain to be the line,  
The prison doors the hazard, and their heads  
Scarce peeping o'er the line suppose the balls;  
Had I a racket now of burnished steel,  
How smoothly could I bandy every ball,  
Over this Globe of earth, win set and all.  Phil. 
How brisk the villain jets in villainy?  Eleaz. 
Prating? he's proud because he wears a chain:  
Take it off Baltazar, and take him hence.  They unbind him. Phil. 
And whither then you dog?  Isabel. 
Pity my brother.  Eleaz. 
Pity him, no; away I come, do, come.  Phil. 
I pray thee kill me: come.  Eleaz. 
I hope to see  
Thy own hands do that office, down with him.  Phil 
Is there another hell?  2 Moors. 
Try, try, he's gone.  Eleaz. 
So him next, he next, and next him; and then?  All. 
Worse than damnation, fiend, monster of men.  Eleaz. 
Why, when? down, down.  Card. 
Slave, as thou thrusts me down,  
Into this dungeon, so sink thou to hell.  Q. Mo. 
Amen, Amen.  Eleaz. 
Together so, and you.  Isabel. 
O pity my Hortenzo!  Horten. 
Farewell sweet Isabel, my life adieu.  All. 
Mischief and horror let the Moor pursue.  Eleaz. 
A consort, that amain, play that amain.  
Amain, Amain. No; so soon fallen asleep,  
Nay I'll not lose this music, sirrah! sirrah!  
Take thou a drum, a Trumpet thou, and Hark;  
Mad them with villainous sounds.  Zarack. 
Rare sport, let's go.  Exeunt Zarack, Baltazar. Eleaz. 
About it. Music will do well, in woe;  
How like you this?  Isabel. 
set my Hortenzo free,  
And I'll like any thing.  Eleaz. 
A fool, a fool?  
Hortenzo free; why look you, he free? no;  
Then must he marry you, you must be Queen,  
He in a manner King, these dignities  
Like poison make men swell, this Ratsbane honour  
O 'tis so sweet, they'll lick it till all burst.  
He will be proud, and pride you know must fall.  
Come, come, he shall not; no, no; 'tis more meet,  
To keep him down, safe standing on his feet.  Isabel. 
Eleazar?  Eleaz. 
Mark: the imperial chair of Spain,  
Is now as empty as a miser's Alms;  
Be wise, I yet dare fit in't, it's for you,  
If you will be for me, there's room for two.  
Do meditate, muse on't: it's best for thee  
To love me, live with me, and lie with me.  Isabel. 
Thou know'st I'll first lie in the arms of death,  
My meditations are how to revenge,  
Thy bloody tyrannies; I fear thee not  
inhuman slave, but to thy face defy  
Thy lust, thy love, thy barbarous villainy.  Eleaz. 
Zarack.  Enter Zarack. Zarack. 
My Lord!  Eleaz. 
Where's Baltazar?  Zarack. 
A drumming.  Elea. 
I have made them rave, and curse, and  
So; guard her:  
Your Court shall be this prison, guard her slaves,  
With open eyes; defy me? see my veins,  
Struck't out, being over heated with my blood,  
Boiling in wrath: I'll tame you.  Isabel. 
Do, do.  Eleaz. 
Hah!  
I will, and once more fill a kingdom's Throne  
Spain I'll new-mould thee, I will have a chair  
Made all of dead men's bones, and the ascents  
Shall be the heads of Spaniards set in ranks;  
I will have Philip's head, Hortenzo's head,  
Mendoza's head, thy Mother's head, and this,  
This head that is so cross, I'll have't:  
The Scene wants Actors, I'll fetch more, and clothe it  
In rich cothurnal pomp. A Tragedy  
Ought to be grave, graves this shall beautify.  
Moor execute toth' life my dread commands,  
Vengeance awake, thou hast much work in hand.  Exit. Zarack. 
I'm weary of this office, and this life,  
It is too thirsty, and I would your blood,  
Might scape the filling out: By heaven I swear,  
I scorn these blows, and his rebukes to bear.  Isabel. 
Oh! Zarack pity me, I jove thee well,  
Love deserves pity, pity Isabel.  Zarack. 
What would you have me do?  Isabel. 
To kill this Moor.  Zarack. 
I'll cast an eye of death upon my, face.  
I'll be no more his slave, swear to advance me;  
And by yon setting sun, this hand, and this  
Shall rid you of a tyrant.  Isabel. 
By my birth;  
No Spaniards honoured place shall equal thine.  Zarack 
I'll kill him then.  Isabel. 
And Baltazar.  Zarack. 
And he,  Isabel. 
I pray thee first, fetch Philippo & Hortenzo  
Out of that Hell; they two will be most glad  
To aid thee; in this Execution;  Zarack. 
My Lord Philippo; and Hortenzo; rise;  
Your hands; so, talk to her; at my return  
This sword shall reek with blood of Baltazar.  Exit. Phil. 
Three curses (like three commendations  
To their three souls) I send; thy tortured brother  
Does curse the Cardinal, the Moor, thy Mother.  Isabel. 
Curse not at all dear souls; revenge is hot,  
And boil in Zarack's brains; the plot is cast,  
Into the mould of Hell: You freemen are;  
Zarack will kill the Moor; and Baltazar.  Hort. 
How can that relish?  Isabel. 
Why? I'll tell you how?  
I did profess; ay, and protested too:  
I loved him well, what will not sorrow do?  
Then he professed; ay, and protested too  
To kill them both, what will not devils do?  Phil. 
Then I profess; ay, and protest it too,  
That here's for him, what will not Philip do?  Hort. 
See where he comes.  Enter the two Moors. Balt. 
Zarack, what do I see?  
Hortenzo and Philip, who did this?  Zarack. 
ay Baltazar.  Balt. 
Thou art half damned for it, I'll to my Lord.  Zarack. 
I'll stop you on your way, lie there; thy tongue shall tell no tales today Stabs him.  Phil. 
Nor thine tomorrow, his revenge was well.  Stabs him. 
By this time both the slaves shake hands in hell.  Isabel. 
Philippo and Hortenzo stand you still, what; dote you both? cannot you see your play? well fare a woman then, to lead the way. Once rob the dead, put the moor's habits on, and paint your faces with the oil of hell, so waiting on the Tyrant.  Philip 
Come no more, 'tis here, and here; room there below, stand wide, bury them well since they so godly died.  Hort. 
Away then, fate now let revenge be placed.  Philip. 
Here.  Hort. 
And here, a tyrant's blood doth sweetly taste.  Exeunt.   

Act V.  

Scena VI.  Enter Eleazar, Alvero, Roderigo, Christofero, and other Lords. Eleazar. 
WHat, I imprison, who?  All. 
Philip and Hortenzo.  Eleaz. 
Philip and Hortenzo, Ha, ha, ha.  Roder 
Why laughs the Moor?  Eleaz 
I laugh because you jest; laugh at a jest, who I imprison them? I prize their lives with weights, their necks with chains, their hands with Manacles? do I all this, because my face is in night's colour died.  
Think you my conscience and my soul is so,  
Black faces may have hearts as white as snow  
And 'tis a general rule in moral rowls,  
The whitest faces have the blackest souls.  Alvero. 
But touching my Hortenzo.  Eleaz. 
Good old man, I never touched him, do not touch me then with thy Hortenzo.  Christofero. 
Where's Philip too?  Eleaz. 
And where's Philippo too? I pray I pray, is Philip a tame Spaniard, what can I philip him hither, hither make him fly. First where's Hortenzo, where's Philippo too?  Roderigo. 
And where is Isabel, she was with you.  Eleaz. 
And where is Isabel, she was with me, and so are you, yet are you well you see but in good time, see where their keepers come. Come hither Zarack, Baltazar, come hither; Zarack, old Lord Alvero asks of thee, where young Hortenzo is.  Enter Philip and Hortenzo like Moors. Horten 
My Lord! set free.  Eleaz 
Oh is he so; come hither Baltazar, Lord Christofero here would ask of thee where Prince Philippo is.  Phil. 
My Lord set free.  Eleaz. 
Oh is he so! Roderigo asketh me for Isabel,  Philip 
I say my Lord she's free.  Eleaz. 
Oh! is she so.  Phil. 
Believe me Lords.  Hortenzo. 
And me.  Philip. 
I set Philippo.  Hortenzo. 
ay Hortenzo free.  Eleaz. 
My Lords because you shall believe me too,  
Go to the Castle, I will follow you.  Alv. 
Thanks to the mighty Moor, and for his fame,  
Be more in honour, than thou art in name;  
But let me wish the other prisoners well,  
The Queen and Cardinal, let all have right,  
Let law absolve them or dissolve them quite.  Eleaz. 
Grave man, thy grey hairs paint our gravity,  
Thy counsel's wisdom, thy wit policy.  
There let us meet, and with a general brain,  
Erect the peace of spirit and of Spain.  Alv. 
Then will Spain flourish.  Eleaz. 
ay, when it is mine.  Roder. 
O heavenly meeting!  Eleaz. 
we must part in hell.  Chri. 
True peace of joy.  Exeunt manent Ele. Phil. Hor. Ele. 
'Tis a dissembling knel. Farewell my Lords, meet there so ha, ha, ha.  Draws his Rapier. 
Now Tragedy thou Minion of the night, Rhamnusia's pew-fellow; to thee I'll sing Upon an harp made of dead Spanish bones, The proudest instrument the world affords; When thou in Crimson jollity shalt bathe, Thy limbs as black as mine, in springs of blood; still gushing from the Conduit-head of Spain: To thee that never blushest, though thy cheeks are full of blood. O! Saint revenge to thee: I consecrate my Murders, all my stabs, my bloody labours, tortures, stratagems: The volume of all wounds, that wound from me; mine is the stage, thine is the Tragedy. Where am I now? oh at the prison? true, Zarack and Baltazar come hither see, survey my Library. I study, ay, whilst you two sleep, marry 'tis villainy. Here's a good book, Zarack behold it well, it's deeply written for 'twas made in hell. Now Baltazar, a better book for thee, but for myself, this, this, the best of all; and therefore do I chain it every day, for fear the Readers steal the art away. Where thou stand'st now, there must Hortenzo hang, Like Tantalus in a maw-eating pang: there Baltazar must Prince Philip stand, like damned Prometheus, and to act his part; shall have a dagger sticking at his heart. But in my room I'll set the Cardinal, and he shall preach Repentance to them all. Ha, ha, ha.  Phil 
Damnation tickles him, he laughs again, Philip must stand there and bleed to death: Well villain I only laugh to see, that we shall live to out-laugh him and thee.  Eleaz. 
Oh! fit, fit, fit, stay a rare jest, rare jest. Zarack, suppose thou art Hortenzo now? I pray thee stand in passion of a pang, to see by thee how quaintly he would hang.  Hort. 
I am Hortenzo, tut, tut, fear not man, thou lookest like Zarack.  Eleaz. 
ay Hortenzo, here he shall hang here, I'faith, come Zarack come, and Baltazar take thou 〈◊〉 room. First let me see you placed  Phil. 
We're placed.  Eleaz. 
Slaves, ha, ha, ha, you are but players, they must end the play: how like Hortenzo and Philippo ha, stand my two slaves, were they as black as you. Well Zarack I'll unfix thee first of all, thou shalt help me to play the Cardinal; This Iron engine on his head I'll clap, like a Pope's Mitre, or a cardinal's Cap. Then Manacle his hands as thou dost mine: so, so, I pray thee Zarack set him free, that both of you may stand and laugh at me.  Phil. 
'Tis fine I'faith, call in more company,  
Alvero, Roderigo, and the rest,  
Who will not laugh at Eleazar's jest.  Eleaz. 
What? Zarack, Baltazar.  Phil. 
ay, anon, anon, we have not laughed enough, it's but begun.  Who knocks. Eleaz. 
Unmanacle my hands I say.  Phil. 
Then shall we mar our mirth and spoil the play.  Who knocks, within. Alv. 
Alvero.  Phil. 
Let Alvero in.  Eleaz. 
And let me out.  Enter all below. Phil. 
I thank you for that flout,  
To let Alvero in, and let you out.  Eleaz. 
Villains, slaves, am I not your  
Lord the Moor, and Eleazar.  Qu. Mo. 
And the Devil of hell,  
And more than that, and Eleazar too.  Eleaz. 
And devil's dam, what do I here with you.  Qu. Mo. 
My tongue shall torture thee.  Eleaz. 
I know thee then, all women's tongues are tortures unto men.  Qu. Mo. 
Spaniards this was the villain, this is he who through enticements of alluring lust, and glory which makes silly women proud, and men malicious, did incense my spirit beyond the limits of a woman's mind, to wrong myself and that Lord Cardinal; And that which sticks more near unto my blood, he that was nearest to my blood; my son to dispossess him of his right by wrong. Oh! that I might embrace him on this breast, which did enclose him when he first was born. No greater happiness can heaven shower upon me; then to circle in these arms of mine, that son whose Royal blood I did defame, to Crown with honour an ambitious Moor.  Phil. 
Thus then thy happiness is complete:  Embraces her. 
Behold thy Philip ransomed from that prison  
In which the Moor had cloistered him.  Hor. 
And here's Hortenzo.  Eleaz. 
Then am I betrayed and cozened in my own designs: I did contrive their ruin, but their subtle policy hath blasted my ambitious thoughts: Villains! where's Zarack? where's Baltazar? what have you done with them.  Phil. 
They're gone to Pluto's kingdom to provide a place for thee, and to attend thee there; but lest they should be tired with too long expecting hopes. Come brave spirits of Spain, this is the Moor the actor of these evils: Thus thrust him down to act amongst the devils.  Stabs him. Eleaz. 
And am I thus dispatched; had I but breathed the space of one hour longer, I would have fully acted my revenge. But oh! now pallid death bids me prepare, and haste to Charon for to be his fare.  
I come, I come, but ere my glass is run, I'll curse you all, and cursing end my life mayst thou Lascivious Queen whose damned charms, bewitched me to the circle of thy arms, unpitied die, consumed with loathed lust, which thy venereous mind hath basely nursed. And for you Philip, may your days be long, but clouded with perpetual misery. May thou Hortenzo, and thy Isabell, be fetched alive by Furies into hell, there to be damned for ever, oh! I faint; Devils come claim your right, and when I am, confined within your kingdom then shall I, outact you all in perfect villany.  dies. Phil. 
Take down his body while his blood streams forth, his acts are past, and our last act is done. Now do I challenge my Hereditary right, to th' Royal Spanish throne usurped by him. In which, in all your sights I thus do plant myself. Lord Cardinal, and you the Queen my mother, I pardon all those crimes you have committed.  Qu. Mo. 
I'll now repose myself in peaceful rest,  
And fly unto some solitary residence;  
Where I'll spin out the remnant of my life,  
In true contrition for my past offences.  Phil. 
And now Hortenzo to close up your wound,  
I here contract my sister unto thee,  
With Comic joy to end a Tragedy.  
And for this Barbarous Moor, and his black train,  
Let all the Moors be banished from Spain.  Exeunt.  
The end of the fifth Act.   
FINIS.