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Scena. IV.

Enter Eleazar with a Torch and Rapier drawn.
Eleazar.
Bar up my Castle Gates; fire and confusion
Shall girt these Spanish Currs; was I for this,
Sent to raise power against a fugitive:
To have my wife deflowr'd. Zounds where's my wife,
My slaves cry out, she's dallying with the King?
Stand by, where is your King? Eleazars bed shall
Scorn to be an Emperours brothelrie.

Qu. Mo.
Be patient Eleazar, here's the King,

Eleaz.
Patience and I am foes, where's my Maria?

Alv.
Here is her haplesse coarse that was Maria.

King.
Here lies Maria's body, here her grave,
Her deadheart in my breast a tomb shal have.

Eleazar.
Now by the proud complexion of my cheeks,
Tan'e from the kisses of the amorous sun;
Were he ten thousand Kings that slew my love,
Thus shou'd my hand (plum'd with revenges wings)
Requite mine own dishonour, and her death.

Stabs the King.
Qu. Mo.
Ah me! my son.

All.
The King is murdred, lay hold on the damn'd traitor.

Eleaz.
In his brest that dares but dart a finger at the Moor,
I'le bury this Sharp steel yet reeking warm,
With the unchast blood of that lecher King,
That threw my wife in an untimely grave.

Alv.
She was my daughter and her timelesse grave
Did swallow down my joies as deep as yours:
But thus.

Eleaz.
But what? bear injuries that can,
I'le wear no forked crest.

Roder.
Damn this black feind, crie treason through the Court.
The King is murdred.

Eleaz.
He that first opes his lips, I'le drive his words
Down his wide throat upon my rapiers point.
The King is murdred and I'le answer it;
I am dishonour'd, and I will revenge it.
Bend not your dangerous weapons at my brest:
Thinke where you are, this Castle is the Moors,
You are inviron'd with a wall of flint.
The Gates are lock'd, Purcullesses let down
If Eleaz. spend one drop of blood,
Zarack and Baltazar above with Calivers.
On those high turret tops my slaves stand arm'd,
And shall confound your souls with murdring shot.
Or if you murder me, yet under ground
A villain that for me will dig to hell,
Stands with a burning limstock in his fist,
Who firing gunpowder up in the air,
Shall fling your torn and mangled carcasses.

Qu. Mo.
Oh! sheath your weapons, though my son be slain,
Yet save your selvs, choose a new Soveraign.

All.
Prince Philip is our Soveraign, choose him King.

Eleaz.
Prince Philip shall not be my Soveraign,
Philip's a bastard, and Fernando's dead;
Mendoza sweats to wear Spains Diadem,
Philip hath sworn confusion to this Realm,
They both are up in arms, warrs flames do shine
Like lightning in the air, wherefore my Lords
Look well on Eleazar; value me not by my sun-burnt
Cheek, but by my birth; nor by
My birth, but by my losse of blood,
Which I have sacrificed in Spains defence.
Then look on Philip, and the Cardinall:
Look on those gaping currs, whose wide throats
Stand stretch'd wide open like the gates of death,
To swallow you, your country, children, wives.
Philip cries fire and blood, the Cardinall
Cries likewise fire and blood, I'le quench those flames,
The Moor cries blood and fire, and that shall burn
Till Castile like proud Troy to Cinders turn.

Roder.
Lay by these Ambages, what seeks the Moor?

Eleaz.
A Kingdom, Castiles crown.

Alve.
Peace divell for shame.

Qu. Mo.
Peace doting Lord for shame, Oh miserie!
When Indian slaves thirst after Empery;
Princes and Peers of Spain wee are beset,
With horror on each side; you deny him,
Death stands at all our backs, we cannot flye him.
Crown Philip King, The Crown upon his head,
Will prove a fiery Meteor, Warr and vengeance
And desolation will invade our lend,
Besides Prince Philip is a bastard born.
Oh! give mee leave to blush at mine own shame;
But I for love to you, love to fair Spain,
Choose rather to rip up a Queens disgrace,
Then by concealing it to set the Crown
Upon a bastards head. Wherefore my Lords
By my consent crown that proud Blackamore,
Since Spains bright glory must so soon grow dim;
Since it must end, let it end all in him.

All.
Eleazar shall be King.

Alv.
Oh treachery! have you so soon rac't out Fernando's love;
So soon forgot the duty of true Peers;
So soon, so soon buried a mothers name,
That you will crown him King that slew your King.

Eleaz.
Will you hear him or me, who shall be King.

All.
Eleazar shall be Castiles Sovereign.

Alv.
Do, do; make hast to crown him! Lords adieu.
Here hell must be when the Divel governs you.

Exit.
Eleaz.
By heavens great Star, which Indians do adore,
But that I hate to hear the giddy world;
Shame that I waded to a Crown through; blood,
I'de not disgest his pills, but since my Lords
You have chosen Eleazar for your King?
Invest me with a generall applause.

All.
Live Eleazar, Castiles Royall King.

Roder.
A villain and a base born fugitive.

Aside.
Christo.
A bloody tyrant, an usurping slave.

Aside.
Eleaz.
Thanks to you all, 'tis not the Spanish Crown
That Eleazar strives for, but Spains peace.
Amongst you I'le divide her Empery;
Christofero shall wear Granado's Crown;
To Roderigo I'le give Arragon:
Naples, Navar and fair Jerusalem,
I'le give to other three, and then our vice Roys,
Shall Shine about our bright Castilian crown,
As stars about the Sun. Cry all, arm, arm;
Prince Philip and the Cardinall do ride
Like Jove in thunder, in a storme we'l meet them;
Go levy powers, if any man must fall,
My death shall first begin the funerall.

Exeunt.