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You whoreson fat-chop'd guts, I'll melt away
Enter KING OF PORTUGAL.
K. OF PORT. Prince Philip! Philip!
PHIL. Here; plague! where's the Moor?
K. OF PORT. The Moor's a devil: never did horrid
Compell'd by some magician's mighty charm,
Break through the prisons of the solid earth
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.
CAPT. Sound a retreat, or else the day is lost!
K. OF PORT. Philip!
PHIL. I'll tear his heart out that dares name but
K. OF PORT. Sound a retreat!
PHIL. Who's that? you tempt my sword, sir; Continue this alarum, fight pell-mell;
Fight, kill, be damn'd! This fat-back, coward cardinal,
Lies heavy on my shoulders; this, aye this,
Shall fling him off. Sound a retreat! Zounds! you mad me!
Ambition plumes the Moor, whilst black despair,
Which he usurps, makes him to cry at all,
ALL. Away then!
PHIL. From before me.
Stay, stand! stand fast, fight! a Moor, a Moor!
Enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, BALTAZAR, RODERIGO, CHRISTOFERO, and others; they fight: the Moors are beat in, leaving Eleazar, weary; a Moor lays slain.
ELEAZ. Oh! for more work, more souls to post to
That I might pile up Charon's boat so full,
You slave! who kill'd thee? How he grins! this
Had it been temper'd 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,
Where I fell weary, thou laid'st down thyself,
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?
PHIL. Fate and revenge, I thank you. Rise!
PHIL. Villain, it is Philippo that bids rise.
ELEAZ. It had been good for thee to have hid thy
For the discovery, like to a dangerous charm,
Hurts him that finds it. Wherefore do those blood
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 damn'd first.
ELEAZ. By all our Indian gods
PHIL. Puh! never swear.
Thou know'st 'tis for a kingdom which we fight,
The justice of my quarrel: when I look
Upon my father's wrongs, my brother's wounds,
And lay my finger here; oh! 'tis too dull
ELEAZ. HOW! fly! Oh, base!
PHIL. Come then.
ELEAZ. Stay, Philip! whosoe'er 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 disarm'd.
PHIL. For thus dishonouring me,
I'll give thee one stab more.
ELEAZ. I'll run away,
Unless thou change that weapon or take mine.
PHIL. S'heart, stay! and if you dare;
Against this poniard; see! here's this for thine.
PHIL. Come! nay, take more ground,
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 the CARDINAL and the KING of PORTUGAL on the one, and MOORs on the other side.
CARD. Upon the Moors!
MOORS. Upon the cardinal!
PHIL. Hold! cardinal; strike not any of our side!
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