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Scena IV.

Enter Cole and Crab in Trouses, the Cardinall in one of their weeds, and Philip putting on the other.
Both Friers.
Put on my Lord, and flye, or else you die.

Phil.
I will not, I will die first; Cardinall,
Prithe good Cardinal pluck off, Friers, slave,
Murder us two, he shall not by this sword.

Car.
My Lord, you will endanger both our lives.

Phil.
I care not; I'le kill some before I die:
Away, s'heart take your raggs; Moor, Devill, come.

2. Friers.
My Lord put on, or else.

Phil.
Gods 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:

Phillip.
Agreed,
A pox upon those lowzy gaberdines,
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 Kings beset,
With staring faces black as Jett,
And hearts of Iron, your deaths are vow'd
If you fly that way, therefore shrow'd,
Your body in Frier Coles gray weed,
For is't not madnesse man to bleed:
When you may scape untouch'd away,
Here's hell, here's heaven, here if you stay
You're gon, you're gon, Frier Crab and I,
Will here dance friskin whilst you flie:
Gag us, bind us, come put on
The Gags too wide, so gon, gon, gon.

Phil.
Oh! well, I'le come again, Lord Cardinall
Take you your Castle, I'le to Portugall:
I vow I'le come again, and if I do:

Card.
Nay good my Lord!

Phil.
Black Devill I'le conjure you.

Exeunt