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Scena. I.

Enter two Lords, Philip his brother, Mendoza, Eleazar with him, the King Crown'd, Queen mother, Alvero, Zarack, Baltazar, and attendants.
Mend.
Why stares this Divell thus, as if pale death
Had made his eyes the dreadfull messengers
To carry black destruction to the world.
Was hee not banisht Spain?

Phil.
Your sacred mouth, pronounc'd the sentence of his banishment:
Then spurn the villain forth.

Eleaz.
Who spurns the Moor, were better set his foot upon the Devill,
Do; spurn me? and this confounding arm of wrath
Shal like a thunderbolt breaking the clouds
Divide his body from his soul. Stand back.
Spurn Eleazar?

Rode.
Shall wee bear his pride.

Alve.
Why not, he underwent much Injurie.

Mendo.
What injury have we perform'd proud Lord?

Eleaz.
Proud Cardinall; my unjust banishment.

Mendo.
'Twas wee that did it; and our words are laws.

King.
'Twas wee repeal'd him, and our words are laws.

Zara., Baltaz.
If not these are.

All the Moors draw.
Phil.
How! threatned and out-dar'd?

King.
Shal we give arm to hostile violence?
Sheath your swords, sheath them, it's wee command.

Eleaz.
Grant Eleaz. justice my dread Leige.

Mendo.
Eleazar hath had justice from our hands,
And he stands banish'd from the Court of Spain,

King.
Have you done justice? why Lord Cardinall,
From whom do you derive authority,
To banish him the Court without our leave

Mendo.
From this, the Staffe 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 over-weening Insolence
takes the staff from Mendoza and gives it to Eleaz.
Hath quite ta'ne from you, Eleazar up,
And from us sway this Staffe of Regency.

All.
How's this?

Phil.
Dare sons presume to break their fathers will?

King.
Dare Subjects counter-check their Soveraigns will?
'Tis done, and who gainsaies it is a Traitor.

Phil.
I do Fernando, yet I am no Traitor.

Mendo.
Fernando I am wrong'd by Peters Chair,
Mendoza vows revenge. I'le lay aside
My Cardinals hat, and in a wall of steel
The glorious livery of a souldier; fight for my late lost honour

King.
Cardinall.

Mend.
King, thou shalt be no King for wronging me.
The Pope shall send his bulls through all thy Realm,
And pul obedience from thy Subjects hearts,
To put on armour of the Mother Church,
Curses shal fal like lightnings on your heads:
Bell, book and candle, holy water, praiers,
Shal all chim vengeance to the of Court Spain
Till they have power to conjure down that feind;
That damned Moor, that Devil, that Lucifer,
That dares aspire the staffe, the Card'nall swaid.

Eleaz.
Ha ha ha, I laugh yet, that the Cardinall's vext.

Phil.
Laughts thou base slave, the wrinckles 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 shal see,
I go for vengeance, and she'l com 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 overswaid in their desires?

Roderi.
Shall Subjects be opress'd by tyranny?

Q. Mother.
No State shall suffer wrong, then hear mee 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 Cardinall, and be friends with him.

Eliaz.
And have my wife call'd strumpet to my face.

Qu. Mo.
'Twas rage made his tongue erre, do you not know
The violent love Mendoza bears the Queen:
Then speak him fair, for in that honied breath
I'le lay a bait shall train him to his death.
Come, come, I see your looks give way to peace;
Lord Cardinall begin, and for reward,
Ere this fair setting Sun behold his bride,
Be bold to challenge love, yet be deni'd

Aside.
Mendoz.
That promise makes me yeild; 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 signe all grudges dye;
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 welcom,
Eleazar shall it not? It is enough,
Lords lead the way, that whil'st you feast your selves,
Fernando may find time all means to prove,
To compasse fair Maria for our love.

Exeunt Omnes.