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Scena. III.

Enter two Friers, Crab and Cole; and Queen Mother.
Cole.
Your son a bastard, say we do,
But how then shall we deal with you?
I tell you as I said before;
His being a bastard, you are so poor
In honour and in name, that time
Can never take away the crime.

Qu. Mo.
I grant that Frier, yet rather I'le endure
The wound of infamy, to kill my name,
Then to see Spain bleeding, with civil swords
The boy is proud, ambitious, he woo's greatnesse,
He takes up Spanish hearts on trust, to pay them
When he shall finger Castiles Crown: Oh then
Were it not better my disgrace were known,
Then such a base aspirer fill the Throne.

Cole.
Ha brother Crab, what think you?

Crab.
As you dear brother Cole:

Cole.
Then wee agree,
Coles Judgment is as Crabs you see.
Lady we swear to speak and write,
What you please so all go right.

Queen. Mo.
Then as wee gave directions, spread abroad,
In Cales, Madrid, Granado, and Medyna;
And all the Royall Cities of the Realm:
Th'ambitious hopes of that proud bastard Philip,
And somtimes as you see occasion,
Tickle the ears of the Rude multitude,
With Eleazars praises; guild his virtues,
Naples recovery and his victories
Atchieved against the Tutkish Ottoman:
Will you do this for us?

Eleaz.
Say will you?

Both
I.

Eleaz.
Why start you back and stare? ha? are you afraid.

Cole.
Oh? no Sir, no, but truth to tell;
Seeing your face, we thought of hell.

Eleaz.
Hell is a dream.

Cole.
But none do dream in hell.

Eleaz.
Friers stand to her; and me; and by your sin,
I'le shoulder out Mendoza from his seat;
And of two Friers create you Cardinalls,
Oh! how would Cardinalls hats on these heads fit.

Cole.
This face would look most goodly under it:
Frier, Crab and Cole do swear,
In those circles still to appear:
In which she, or you, do charge us rise;
For you, our lives wee'l sacrifice.
Valete, Gaudete;
Sipereamus flete;
Orate pro nobis,
Oramus pro vobis.
Cole will be burnt, and Crab be prest;
Ere they prove knaves, thus are you crost and blest.
Exeunt Friers.

Eleaz.
Away; you know now Madam none shall throw
Their leaden envie in an opposite scale,
To weigh down our true golden happiness.

Queen Mo.
Yes, there is one.

Eleaz.
One, who? give mee his name and I will
Turn it to a magick spell,
To bind him here, here, who?

Queen Mo.
Your wife Maria.

Eleaz.
Hah! my Maria.

Qu. Mo.
She's th'Hellespont divides my love and me,
Shee being cut off.

Eleaz.
Stay, stay, cut off; let's think upon't, my wife?
Humh! Kill her too!

Qu. Mo.
Do's her love make thee cold?

Eleaz.
Had I a thousand wives, down go they all:
She dies, I'le cut her off: now Baltazar.

Enter Baltazar.
Baltaz.
Madam, the King intreats your company.

Qu. Mo.
His pleasure be obey'd, dear love farewell;
Remember your Maria.
Exit Qu. Mo.

Eleaz.
Here a dieu;
With this I'le guard her, whil'st it stabs at you.

Balt.
My Lord! the Friers are won to joine with us.

Eliaz.
Be prosperous about it Baltazzar.

Balt.
The watch word.

Eleaz.
Oh! the word let it be treason;
When we cry treason, break ope chamber doors:
Kill Phillip and the Cardinall; Hence

Balt.
I fly.

Exit.
Eleaz.
Murder, now ride in triumph, darknesse, horror;
Thus I invoke your aid, your Act begin;
Night is a glorious Roab, for th'ugliest sin.

Exit.