ELEAZ. Away! you know. Now, madam, none

shall throw

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

me:

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!

Enter BALTAZAR.

BALT. Madam, the king entreats your company. Q. Mo. His pleasure be obey'd. Dear love, farewell;

Remember your Maria.

[Exit.

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.

[Erit.

ELEAZ. Murder, now ride in triumph! darkness!
horror!

Thus I invoke your aid; your act begin;
Night is a glorious robe for th' ugliest sin. [Exit.

SCENE III.

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.
CARD. Else let's break into the chamber of the

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,
Wild desperateness doth valour blot.
The lodging of the king's beset,
With staring faces black as jet,

And hearts of iron; your deaths are vow'd
If you fly that way; therefore shroud
Your body in friar Cole's grey weed;
For is't not madness, man, to bleed,
When you may scape untouch'd away?
Here's hell, here's heaven; here if you stay

You're gone, you're gone; friar Crab and I
Will here dance frisking, whilst you fly.-
Gag us, bind us, come put on;

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-
CARD. Nay, good my lord.

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
Having once enter'd into royal breasts,

Mark how it burns: the queen, 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 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,
I counsel
you,
in care unto your lives,
T'obey the Mother Queen; for, by my life,
I think she has been prick'd; her conscience,
Oh! it has stung her for some fact mis-done,
She would not else disgrace herself and son.

Do't therefore; hark! she'll work your deaths else,

hate

Bred in 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 damn'd; Zarack and Bal

tazar,

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,
That they contriv'd the murder of the king,

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