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ELEAZ. Away! you know. Now, madam, none
Their leaden envy in an opposite scale,
To weigh down our true golden happiness.
Q. 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?
Q. Mo. Your wife, Maria.
ELEAZ. Hah! my Maria!
Q. Mo. She's the Hellespont divides my love and
She, being cut off
ELEAZ. Stay, stay; cut off! let's think upon't; my wife!
Humph! kill her too!
Q. 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!
BALT. Madam, the king entreats your company. Q. Mo. His pleasure be obey'd. Dear love, farewell;
Remember your Maria.
ELEAZ. Here, [pointing to his dagger] adieu; With this I'll guard her, whilst it stabs at you. BALT. My lord, the friars are won to join with us. ELEAZ. 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.
ELEAZ. Murder, now ride in triumph! darkness!
Thus I invoke your aid; your act begin;
Enter COLE and CRAB in trousers; the CARDINAL in one of their weeds, and PHILIP putting on the other.
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.
CARD. 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! FRIARS. My lord, put on, or elsePHIL. 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.
king. PHIL. Agreed;
A pox upon these lousy gabardines.
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,
And hearts of iron; your deaths are vow'd
You're gone, you're gone; friar Crab and I
The gag's 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-
PHIL. Black devil! I'll conjure you.
[Exeunt Philip and Cardinal. To the FRIARS making a noise, gugged and bound, enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, BALTAZAR, and other Moors, all with their swords drawn.
ELEAZ.Guard all the passages; Zarack, stand there; There Baltazar; there you; the friars,—
Where have you plac'd the friars?
ALL. My lord, a noise!
BALT. The friars are gagg'd and bound.
ELEAZ. 'Tis Philip and the cardinal; shoot! hah!
stay, Unbind them.
Where's Mendoza and the prince?
COLE. Santa Maria, who can tell! By Peter's keys they bound us well, And having crack'd our shaven crowns, They have escap'd you in our gowns.
ELEAZ. Escap'd! escap'd away! I'm 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. Escap'd, 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
Mark how it burns: the queen, Philip's mother,
Oh, most unnatural! will have you two
Divulge abroad that he's a bastard. Oh!
CRAB. What says my brother friar?
COLE. A prince's love is balm, their wrath a fire.
CRAB. 'Tis true; but yet 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,
Do't therefore; hark! she'll work your deaths else,
Bred in woman is insatiate.
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 damn'd; Zarack and Bal
Dog them at the heels; and when their poisonous breath
Hath scatter'd 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,