Lusts Dominion Lusts Dominion ; or, the Lascivious Queen. A Tragedie |
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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.
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,
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!
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
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.
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,
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.
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