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Scena IV.

Alvero.
Why should my sonne be banished?

Enter Maria.
Qu.
Of that dispute not now Alvero,
I'le to the King my sonne, it shall be try'd:
If Castiles King can cool a Cardinall's pride.

Exeunt Queen and Alvero.
Eleaz.
If I disgest this Gall; Oh! my Maria:
I am whipt, and rackt, and torn upon the wheel
Of giddy fortune: She and her Minions
Have got me down; and treading on my bosome,
They cry, lye still: the Cardinal
(Oh! rare) would bandy me away from Spain,
And banish me to beg; I, beg with slaves.

Maria.
Conquer with patience these indignityes.

Eleaz.
Patience; ha, ha: yes, yes: an honest Cardinall.

Ma.
Yet smother the grief & seek revenge.

Eleaz.
Hah! banish me, s'foot, why say hey do;
Ther's Portugal a good air, & France a fine Country;
Or Barbary rich, and has Moors; the Turke
Pure Divell, and allowes enough to fat
The sides of villany; good living there:
I can live there, and there, and there,
Troth 'tis, a villain can live any where:
But say I goe from hence, I leave behind me
A Cardinall, that will laugh, I leave behind me
A Philip, that will clap his hands for joy;
And dance levaltoes through the Castile Court.
But the deep'st wound of all is this, I leave
My wrongs, dishonours, and my discontents,
Oh! unrevenged; my bed-rid enemies
Shal never be rais'd up by the strong Physical,
Curing of my sword, therefore stay still:
Many have hearts to strike, that dare not kil:
Leave me Maria: Cardinall, this disgrace,
Shall dye thy soule, as Inky as my face:
Pish, hence Maria.

Enter Alvero.
Maria.
To the King I'le fly.
He shall reveng my Lord's indignity.

Exit.
Alve.
Mendoza woo's the King to banish thee;
Startle thy wonted spirits, awake thy soul
And on thy resolution fasten wings,
Whose golden feathers may out-strip their hate,

Eleaz.
I'le tye no golden fethers to my wings.

Alvero.
Shall they thus tread thee down which once were glad,
To Lacquey by thy conquering Chariot wheeles.

Eleaz.
I care not, I can swallow more sower wrongs:

Alve.
If they triumph o're thee; they spurn me down.

Eleaz.
Look, spurn again.

Alve.
what Ice hath coold 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 chang'd 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,
Shee's chast as the white Moon, well if she be.
Well too if shee be not, I care not, I,
I'le climb up by that love to dignity.

Fernan.
Thou woo'st me to revenge thy husbands wrong,
I woo thy fair self not to wrong thy self;
Swear but to love me, and to thee I'le swear
To crown thy husband with a diadem.

Maria.
Such love as I dare yeeld, I'le not deny.

Fernan.
When in the golden armes of Majesty.
I am broke off; yonder thy husband stands,
I'le set him free, if thou unite my bands,
Soe much for that. Durst then the Card'nall,
Put on such insolence; tell me fair Madam,
Wher'es 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 brest writ down
From her Report your late receiv'd disgrace:
My father lov'd you dearly, so will I.

Eliaz.
True, for my wife's sake.

aside.
Fernan.
This Indignitye will I have Interest in for being your King,
You shall perceive I'le curbe my underling:
This morning is our Coronation
And father's funerall solemnized,
Be present, step into your wonted place;
wee'l guild your dim disgraces with our grace.

Exeunt.
Eleaz.
I thank my Soveraign 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 cry'd, Banish the Moor
And you my loving Liege, you're best sit fast
If all these live not, you must die at last.