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Act. IV.

Scena. I.

Enter Emanuel King of Portugal, Prince Philip, Mendoza, Alvaro, with Drums and Souldiers marching.
King Port.
Poor Spain, how is the body of thy peace
Mangled and torn by an ambitious Moor!
How is thy Prince and Counsellors abus'd,
And trodden under the base foot of scorn:
Wrong'd Lords, Emanuel of Portugal partakes
A falling share in all your miseries:
And though the tardy-hand of slow delay
With-held us from preventing your mishaps;
Yet shall revenge dart black confusion
Into the bosom of that damned fiend.

Phil.
But is it possible our Mother Queen
Should countenance his ambition.

Alv.
Her advice is as a Steers-man to direct his course.
Besides, as we by circumstance have learnt,
She means to marry him.

Phil.
Then here upon my knees
I pluck allegiance from her; all that love
Which by innative duty I did owe her,
Shall henceforth be converted into hate.
This will confirm the worlds opinion
That I am base born, and the damned Moor
Had interest in my birth, this wrong alone
Gives new fire to the cinders of my rage:
I may be well transformed from what I am,
When a black divel is husband to my dam.

K. Port.
Prince, let thy rage give way to patience,
And set a velvet brow upon the face
Of wrinkled anger, our keen swords,
Must right these wrongs, and not light airy words.

Phil.
Yet words may make the edge of rage more sharp,
And whet a blunted courage with revenge.

Alv.
Here's none wants whetting, for our keen resolves
Are steel'd unto the back with double wrongs;
Wrongs that would make a handlesse man take arms;
Wrongs that would make a coward resolute.

Card.
Why then join all our severall wrongs in one,
And from these wrongs assume a firm resolv,
To send this divell to damnation.

Drums afar off.
Phil.
I hear the sound of his approaching march,
Stand fair; Saint Jaques for the right of Spain.

To them, Enter the Moor, Roderigo, Christofero, with drums, colours, and souldiers, marching bravely.
Eleaz.
Bastard of Spain?

Phil.
Thou true stamp'd son of hell,
Thy pedigree is written in thy face.

Alarum, and a Battall, the Moor prevails: All Exeunt.

Scena. II.

Enter Philip and Cardinall.
Phil.
Move forward, with your main battalion,
Or else all is lost.

Card.
I will not move a foot.

P.
S'heart, wil you lose the day.

Card.
You lose your witts,
You're mad, it is no pollicy.

Phil.
You lye.

Card.
Lye?

Phil.
Lye, a pox upon't Cardinall com on,
Second the desperate vanguard which is mine,
And where I'le dye or win, follow my sword
The bloody way I lead it, or by heaven
I'le play the Devill, and mar all, we'l turn our backs
Upon thee Moors, and set on thee; I thee,
Thee Cardinall, s'heart thee.

Cardi.
Your desperate arm
Hath almost thrust quite through the heart of hope;
Our fortunes lye a bleeding by your rash and violent
On set.

Phil.
Oh! oh! s'life, s'foot, will you fight?

Card.
We will not hazard all upon one cast.

Phil.
You will not?

Card.
No.

Phil.
Coward.

Card.
By deeds I'le try,
Whether your venemous tongue says true, farewell.
Courage shines both in this, and policy.

Exit.
Phil.
To save thy skin whole, that's thy policy;
You whorson fat-chopt guts. I'le melt away
That Iarded body by the heat of fight,
Which I'le compel thee to, or else by flying;
To work which I'le give way to the proud foe,
Whilst I stand laughing to behold thee run.
Cardinall I'le do't, I'le do't, a Moor, a Moor,
Philip cries a Moor, holla! ha! whoo!

Enter King of Port.
King of Port.
Prince, Philip, Philip,

Phil.
Here, plague where's the Moor.

K. Port.
The Moor's a Devill, never did horrid feind
Compel'd by som Magicians mighty charm,
Break through the prisons of the solid earth,
With more strange horror, then this Prince of hell,
This damned Negro Lyon-like doth rush,
Through all, and spite of all knit opposition.

Phil.
Puh! puh! where? Where? I'le meet him, where? you mad me.
'Tis not his arm,
That acts such wonders, but our cowardise,
This Cardinall, oh! this Cardinall is a slave.

Enter Captain.
Captain.
Sound a retreat, or else the day is lost;

Phi.
I'le beat that dog to death, that sounds; retreat:

K. Port.
Philip.

Phil.
I'le tear his heart out, that dares name but Sound.

K. Port.
Sound a retreat.

Phil.
Who's that? you tempt my sword Sir.
Continue this alarum, fight pell mell?
Fight, kill, be damn'd? this fat-back Coward Cardinal,
Lies heavie on my shoulders; this, I this
Shall fling him off: Sound a retreat! Zounds, you mad me.
Ambition plumes the Moor, whilst black despair
Offering to tear from him the Diadem
Which he usurps, makes him to cry at all,
And to act deeds beyond astonishment;
But Philip is the nigh: that darks his glories,
This swords yet reeking with his Negro's blood,
Being grasp't by equity, and this strong arm
Shall through and through.

All.
Away then.

Phil.
From before mee;
Stay, stand, stand fast, fight? A Moor, a Moor.

Scena. III.

To them enter Eleazar, Zarack, Baltazar, Roderigo, Christofero, and others, they fight, Moors are all beat in, Exeunt omnes, manet Eleazar weary; staies, a Moor lies slain.
Eleaz.
Oh for more work, more souls to post to hell;
That I might pile up Charons boat so full,
Untill it topple o're, Oh 'twould be sport
To see them sprawl through the black slimy lake.
Ha, ha; there's one going thither, sirrah, you,
You slave, who kill'd thee? how he grins! this breast,
Had it been tempered, and made proof like mine,
It never would have been a mark for fools
To hit afar off with their dastard bullets.
But thou didst well, thou knew'st I was thy Lord;
And out of love and duty to me here,
Where I fell weary, thou laidst down thy self
To bear me up, thus: God a-mercy slave.
A King for this shall give thee a rich grave.

As he sits down, enter Philip with a broken sword.
Phil.
I'le wear thee to the pommel, but I'le finde
The subject of mine honour and revenge.
Moor 'tis for thee I seek; Come now, now take me
At good advantage: speak, where art thou?

Eleaz.
Here.

Phil.
Fate and revenge I thank you rise.

Elea.
Leave and live.

Phil.
Villain, it is Philippo that bids rise.

Eleaz.
It had been good for thee to have hid thy name.
For the discovery, like to a dangerous charm,
Hurts him that finds it, wherefore do's those blood hounds
Thy rage and valour chase me?

Phil.
Why to kill thee.

Eleaz.
With that! what a blunt axe? think'st thou I'le let
Thy fury take a full blow at this head,
Having these arms, be wise; go change thy weapon.

Phil.
Oh, Sir!

Eleaz.
I'le stay thy coming.

Phil.
Thou't be damn'd first.

Eleaz.
By all our Indian gods.

Phil.
Puh, never swear;
Thou know'st 'tis for a kingdome which we fight;
And for that who'l not venture to hell-gates.
Come Moor, I am arm'd with more then compleat steel,
The justice of my quarrel: when I look
Upon my Fathers wrongs, my brothers wounds,
My mothers infamie, Spains miserie,
And lay my finger her, Oh! 'tis too dull,
To let out blood enough to quench them all.
But when I see your face, and know what fears
Hang on thy troubled soul, like leaden weights,
To make it sink; I know this fingers touch
Has strength to throw thee down, I know this iron
Is sharp and long enough to reach that head:
Fly not dive, if thou do?

Eleaz.
How, fly; Oh bast!

Phil.
Come then

Eleaz.
Stay Philip, whosoe're begat thee.

Phil.
Why slave, a King begat me.

Eleaz.
May be so.
But I'le be sworn thy mother was a Queen;
For her sake will I kill thee nobly:
Fling me thy sword, there's mine, I scorn to strike
A man disarm'd.

Phil.
For this dishonoring me
I'le give thee one stab more.

Eleaz.
I'le run away,
Unlesse thou change that weapon, or take mine.

Phil.
Neither.

Eleaz.
Farewel.

Phil.
S'heart, stay, and if you dare,
Do as I do, oppose thy naked breast
Against this poniard; see, here's this for thine.

Eleaz.
I am for thee Philip.

Phil.
Come, nay take more ground,
That with a full career thou maist strike home.

Eleaz.
Thou't run away then.

Phil.
Hah!

Eleaz.
Thou't run away then.

Phil.
Faith, I will, but first on this I'le bear
Thy panting heart, thy head upon thy spear.

Eleaz.
Come.

Enter on both sides, Cardinall, and King of Portugal, on the one side, and Moors on the other side.
Card.
Side upon the Moors.

Moor.
Side upon the Cardinall.

Phil.
Hold Cardinall, strike not any of our side,

Eleaz.
Hold Moors, strike not any of our side,

Phil.
wee two will close this battail.

Eleaz.
Come, agreed.
Stand armies and give aim, whil'st wee two bleed.

Card.
With poniards; 'tis too desperate, dear Philip.

Phil.
Away, have at the Moor, s'heart let me come?

K. Port.
Be arm'd with manly weapons, 'tis for slaves,
To dig their own and such unworthy graves.

Eleaz.
I am for thee any way, thus, or see thus,
Here try the vigour of thy sinewy arm,
The day is ours already, brainless heads
And bleeding bodyes like a crown do stand,
About the temples of our victory.
Yet Spaniards if you dare we'l fight it out,
Thus man to man alone, I'le first begin,
And conquer, or in blood wade up to th'chin.

Phil.
Let not a weapon stir, but his and mine.

Eleaz.
Nor on this side, conquest in blood shall shine.

Alarum. They fight a Combate, The Moor is struck down, which his side seeing, step all in and rescue him; The rest joine and drive in the Moors. Alarum continuing, Spaniards and Moors with drums and colours flye over the stage, persued by Philip, Cardinall, King Port. And others. Enter Zarack Christofero, and Eleazar at severall doors.
Christo.
Where is my Lord?

Zarack.
Where is our Soveraign?

Eleaz.
What news brings Zarack and Christofero?

Zarack.
Oh flye my Lord! flye; for the day is lost.

Eleaz.
There are three hundred and odd days in a year,
And cannot we lose one of them, com fight.

Christo.
The Lords have left us, and the souldiers faint,
You are round beset with proud fierce enemies;
Death cannot be prevented but by flight?

Eleaz.
He shall Christofero I have yet left,
One stratagem that in despite of fate,
Shal turn the wheel of war about once more,
The Mother Queen hath all this while fate sadly,
Within our tent, expecting to whose bosom,
White winged peace and victory will flie,
Her have I us'd as a fit property,
To stop this dangerous current; her have I sent,
Arm'd with loves magick to inchant the Cardinall;
And bind revenge down with resistlesse charms.
By this time does she hang about his neck,
And by the witchcraft of a cunning kiss;
Has she disarm'd him, hark, they sound
Retreat.
She has prevail'd, a womans tongue and eye;
Are weapons stronger then Artillery.

Exeunt.

Scena. IV.

Enter Cardinall, Queen Mother. Souldiers, drums, and colours.
Queen Mo.
By all those sighs which thou (like passionate tunes)
Hast often to my dull ears offered,
By all thy hopes to injoy my roial Bed;
By all those mourning lines which thou hast sent,
Weeping in black to tell thy languishment:
By loves best richest treasure, which I swear,
I wil bestow, and which none else shal wear,
As the most prised Jewell, but thy selfe,
By that bright fire which flaming through thine eyes;
From thy love scorched bosom does arise.
I do conjure thee, let no churlish sound,
With wars lewd horror my desires confound;
Dear, dear Mendoza, thus I do intreat,
That stil thou would'st continue this retreat;
I'le hang upon thee till I hear thee say,
Woman prevail; or chiding, cri'st away.

Card.
Is there no trick in this, forg'd by the Moor?

Qu. M.
I would the Moors damnation were the ransom,
Of all that innocent blood, that has been shed
In this black day; I care not for the Moor,
Love to my kingdoms peace makes me put on
This habit of a suppliant; shall I speed?

Card.
You shall, were it to have my bosom bleed:
I have no power to spare the Negroes head,
When I behold the wounds which his black hand
Has given mine honour: but when I look on you,
I have no power to hate him, since your breath
Disolves my frozen heart, being spent for him;
In you my life must drown it self or swim,
You have prevail'd: Drum swiftly hence? call back
Our fierce pursuing troops, that run to catch
The lawrel wreath of conquest: Let it stand
A while untouch'd by any souldiers hand.
Exit drum.
Away? stay you and guard us, where's the Moor?
I'le lose what I have got, a victors prize,
Yielding my self a prisoner to your eyes.

Qu. Mo.
Mine eyes shall quickly grant you liberty,
The Moor stays my return, I'le put on wings,
And fetch him, to make peace belongs to Kings.

As she goes out, Enter Eleazar, Zarack, Baltazar, and souldiers well arm'd, at sight of each other all draw.
Card.
Souldiers call back the drum, wee are betraid.

Eleaz.
Moors stand upon your guard, avoid, look back.

Qu. Mo.
What means this jealousie? Mendoza, Moor,
Lay by your weapons, and imbrace the fight,
Of this, and this; begets suspition,
Eleazar by my birth, he coms in peace,
Mendoza by mine honour so coms he.

Car.
Discharge these souldiers then.

Eleaz.
And these.

Souldiers stand a loof.
Cardinall.
Away.

Eleazar.
Go.

Q. M.
Soul, rejoice to see this glorious day.

She joins them together, they imbrace.
Car.
Your virtues work this wonder: I have met,
At her most dear command, whats your desires?

Eleaz.
Peace and your honour'd arms: how loathingly
I sounded the alarums, witnesse heaven
'Twas not to strike your breast, but to let out,
The rank blood of ambition: That Philip
Makes you his ladder, and being climb'd so high
As he may reach a diadem, there you lie.
He's base begotten, that's his mothers sin.

Q. Mo.
God pardon it.

Eleaz.
I, amen, but he's a bastard,
And rather then I'le kneel to him, I'le saw
My leggs off by the thighs, because I'le stand
In spite of reverence: he's a bastard, he's,
And to beat down his usurpation,
I have thrown about this thunder, but Mendoza,
The people hate him for his birth,
He only leans on you, you are his pillar;
You gon, he walks on crutches, or else falls;
Then shrink from under him, are not they
Fools, that bearing others up themselves seem low,
Because they above sit high, why you do so.

Card.
'Tis true.

Qu. Mo.
Behold this error with fixt eies.

Card.
'Tis true, well.

Eleaz.
Oh! have you found it, have you smelt
The train of powder that must blow you up,
Up into air, what air? why this, a breath,
Look you, in this time may a King meet death;
An eye to't, check it, check it.

Card.
How?

Eleaz.
How! thus:
Steal from the heat of that incestuous blood,
Where ravisht honor, and Philippo lies;
Leave him, divide this huge and monstrous body
Of armed Spanyards into limbs thus big;
Part man from man, send every souldier home,
I'le do the like; Peace with an Olive branch
Shall flie with Dove-like wings about all Spain:
The crown which I as a good husband keep,
I will lay down upon the empty chair;
Marry you the Queen and fill it, for my part
These knees are yours, Sir.

Card.
Is this sound?

Eleaz.
From my heart.

Card.
If you prove false.

Eleaz.
If I do, let fire fall—

Card.
Amen.

Eleaz.
Upon thy head, and so it shall.

Card.
All of my self is yours; souldiers be gone.

Eleaz.
And that way you.

Card.
The rest I will divide:
The Lords shall be convented.

Eleaz.
Good.

Card.
Let's meet.

Qu. Mo.
Where.

Eleaz.
Here anon, this is thy winding-sheet.

Exit Cardinal.
The Moor walks up and down musing.
Qu. Mo.
What shape will this prodigious womb bring forth,
Which groans with such strange labour.

Eleaz.
Excellent.

Qu. Mo.
Why, Eleazar, art thou wrap't with joyes,
Or does thy sinking policy make to shore.

Eleaz.
Ha!

Qu. Mo.
Eleazar, mad man! hear'st thou Moor.

Eleaz.
Well, so; you turn my brains, you mar the face
Of my attempts i'th' making: for this chaos,
This lump of projects, ere it be lick't over,
'Tis like a Bears conception; stratagems
Being but begot, and not got out, are like
Charg'd Cannons not discharg'd, they do no harm,
Nor good, true policy breeding in the brain
Is like a bar of Iron, whose ribs being broken,
And softned in the fire, you then may forge it
Into a sword to kill, or to a helmet, to defend life:
'Tis therefore wit to try
All fashions, ere you apparel villany;
But, but I ha suited him, fit, fit, Oh fit!

Qu. Mo.
How? prethee how?

Eleaz.
Why thus; yet no, let's hence,
My heart is nearest of my counsel, yet,
I scarce dare trust my heart with't, what I do,
It shall look old, the hour wherein 'tis born,
Wonders twice seen are garments overworn.

Exeunt.

Scena. V.

Enter Cardinal at one door, Philippo half arm'd, and two souldiers following him with the rest of the armour: the Cardinal seeing him, turns back again.
Phil.
Sirrah, you Cardinal, coward, run-away:
So ho ho, what Cardinal.

Card.
I am not for your lure.

Exit.
Phil.
For that then, Oh! that it had nail'd thy heart
Up to the pommel to the earth; come, arm me,
Ha! s'foot, when all our swords were royally guilt with blood,
When with red sweat that trickled from our wounds,
Wee had dearly earn'd a victory! when hell
Had from their hinges heav'd off her iron gates
To bid the damn'd Moor and the divels enter;
Then to lose all, then to sound base retreat;
Why souldiers, hah!

1. Sould.

I am glad of it my Lord.

Phil.
Hah! glad; art glad I am dishonored?
That thou and he dishonored.

1. Sould.

Why? my Lord;
I am glad, that you so cleanly did come off.

Phil.
Thou hast a lean face, and a carrion heart:
A plague on him and thee too: then, s'heart then,
To crack the very hearts-strings of our Army,
To quarter it in pieces, I could tear my hair,
And in cursing spend my soul,
Cardinal; what Judas! come, wee'l fight,
Till there be left but one, if I be hee,
I'le die a glorious death.

1. Sould.

So will I, I hope in my bed.

2. Sould.

Till there be but one left, my
Lord, why that's now; for all our fellows
are crawl'd home; some with one leg, some
with ne're an arm, some with their brains
beaten out, and glad they scap't so.

Phil.

But my dear Countrymen, you'l
stick to me.

1. Sould.

Stick! I my Lord, stick like
Bandogs, till wee be pull'd off.

Phil.
That's nobly said, I'le lead you but to death,
Where I'le have greatest share, we shall win same,
For life and that doth crown a souldiers name.

1. Sould.

How! to death my Lord? not
I by gadsled: I have a poor wife and children
at home, and if I die they beg; and do
you think I'le see her go up and down the
wide universal world.

Phil.
For every drop of blood which thou shalt lose,
Coward I'le give thy wife a wedge of gold.

2. Sould.

Hang him meacock, my Lord,
arm your self, I'le fight for you, till I have
not an eye to see the fire in my touch-hole.

Phil.
Be thou a King's companion, thou and I
Will dare the Cardinal, and the Moor to fight,
In single combate, shall we? hah!

2. Sould.

Agreed.

Phil.
Wee'l beat 'em to hell gate, shall we? hah!

2. Sould.

Hell gate's somwhat too hot,
somewhat too hot; the Porter's a knave:
I'de be loath to be damn'd for my conscience;
I'le knock any bodies costard, so I
knock not there, my Lord; hell gates!

Phil.

A pox upon such slaves.

1. Sould.

Hang him, a peasant, my Lord;
you see I am but a scrag, my Lord; my legs
are not of the biggest, nor the least, nor the
best that e're were stood upon, nor the
worst, but they are of God's making;
And for your sake, if ever we put our enemies
to flight again, by Gad's lid if I run
not after them like a Tiger, hoffe me.

Phil.
But wilt thou stand to't e're they flye? ha! wilt thou?

1. Soul.
Will I quoth a? by this hand, and the honour of a souldier.

Phil.
And by a souldiers honour I will load thee
Whith Spanish pistolets: to have this head,
Thy face, and all thy body, stuck with scars,
Why 'tis a sight more glorious, then to see
A Lady hung with Diamonds: If thou lose
A hand, I'le send this after, if an arm,
I'le lend thee one of mine, com then lets fight.
A mangled Lame true souldier is a jem,
Worth Cesars Empire, though fools spurn at them.

1. Soul.

Yet my Lord I ha seen lame souldiers,
not worth the crutches they leant upon,
hands and arms quotha? Zounds not I,
I'le double my files, or stand centry, or so;
But I'le be hang'd and quartred, before I'le

have my members cut off.

2 Sould.

And I too, hold thee there.

Beats 'em both in.
Phil.
Hold you both there, away you rogues, you durt,
Thus do I tread upon you, out, begon?
One valiant is an host, fight then alone.

Enter Cardinall, Alvero, Christofero, and Souldiers.
Car.
Prince Philip.

Phil.
For the Crown of Spain, come all.

Car.
We come in love and peace.

Phil.
But come in warr:
Bring naked swords, not lawrell boughs, in peace?
Plague on your rank peace, will you fight and cry
Down with the Moor, and then I'm yours: I'le dye,
I have a heart, two arms, a soul, a head,
I'le lay that down, I'le venture all; s'foot, all
Come tread upon me, so that Moor may fal.

Car.
By heaven that Moor shall fall.

Phil.
Thy hand, and thine,
Flings down his weapons.
Give me but halfe your hearts, you have all mine,
By heaven, shall he fall?

Car.
Yes, upon thee
Like to the ruines of a tower, to grind
Thy body into dust, traitor, and bastard,
I do arrest thee of High treason.

Phil.
Hah!
Traitor? and bastard? and by thee? my weapons?

Car.
Lay hands upon him.

Phil.
I, you're best do so.

Car.
Alvero there's the warrant to your hands,
The prisoner is committed, Lords lets part,
Look to him on your life

Exeunt Cardinall &c.
Manent, Philip and Alvero.
Phil.
Hart, hart, hart, hart,
Tears the warrant.
The Devill, and his dam, the Moor, and my Mother,
Their warrant? I will not obey, Old gray beard,
Thou shalt not bee my Jayler, there's no prison,
No dungeon deep enough, no grates so strong,
That can keep in a man so mad with wrong.
What do'st thou weep?

Alve.
I would fain shed a tear,
But from mine eyes so many showrs are gon,
Grief drinks my tears so fast, that here's not one,
You must to prison.

Phil.
Do'st thou speak to me?

Alve.
You must to prison.

Phil.
And from thence to death;
I thought I should have had a tomb hung round,
With tottred colours, broken spears, I thought
My body should have fallen down, full of wounds.
But one can kill an Emperor, fool then why
Would'st thou have many? curse, be mad, and dye.

Exeunt.