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Act. V.
Scena I.
Enter Ronerigo, and Christofero; two bare-headed before them, Alvero, Cardinall alone, Zarack, and Baltazar bearing the Crown on a cushion, Eleazar next, Queen Mother after him other Lords after her, Alvero sad, meets them.Card.
Alvero 'tis the pleasure of the King,
Of the Queen Mother, and these honoured States,
To ease you of Philip, there's a warrant
Sent to remove him to a stronger guard.
Alve.
I thank you, you shall rid me of much care.
Eleaz.
Sit down, and take your place!
Alve.
If I might have the place I like best, it should be my grave.
Sits down.
The Moors stand aside with the Crown, Eleazar rising, takes it!
Eleaz.
Stand in voice, reach, away!
Wee are gon.
Exeunt.
Eleaz.
Princes of Spain if in this royall Court,
There sit a man, that having laid his hold,
So fast on such a jewel, and dare wear it,
In the contempt of envie as I dare,
Yet uncompell'd (as freely as poor pilgrims,
Bestow their praiers) would give such wealth away;
Let such a man step forth; what do none rise?
No, no, for Kings indeed are deities.
And who'd not (as the sun) in brightnesse shine?
To be the greatest, is to be divine:
Who among millions would not be the mightiest?
To sit in God-like state, to have all eyes,
Dazled with admiration, and all tongues
Showting lowd Praiers, to rob every heart
Of love, to have the strength of every arm.
A Soveraigns name, why 'tis a Soveraign charm.
This glory round about me hath thrown beams,
I have stood upon the top of fortunes wheel,
And backward turn'd the Iron screw of fate,
The destinies have spun a silken thread
about my lif, yet Noble Spaniards see?
Hoc tantum tacti, thus I cast aside
Kneels: the Cardinall fetches the Crown and sets it on the chair.
To this Imperiall State lowly resigne,
This usurpation, wiping off your fears,
Which stuck so hard upon me, let a hand
A right, and royall hand take up this wreath,
And guard it, right is of it self most strong,
No kingdom got by cunning can stand long.
Car.
Proceed to new election of a King.
All.
Agreed.
Eleaz.
Stay Peers of Spain, if young Philippo,
Be Philips son, then is he Philips heir,
Then must his Royall name be set in gold,
Philip is then the Diamond to that ring;
But if he be a bastard, here's his seat,
For basenesse has no gall, till it grow great.
First therefore let him blood, if he must bleed,
Yet in what vein you strike him, best take heed:
The Portugall's his friend, you saw he came
At holding up a finger, arm'd; this peace
Rid hence his dangerous friendship, he's at home,
But when he hears, that Philip is ty'd up,
Yet hears not why, he'l catch occasions lock,
And on that narrow bridg make shift to lead
Look to't being in, he'l hardly out again.
Therefore first prove, and then proclaim him bastard.
Alve.
How shall we prove it?
Eleaz.
He that put him out to making,
I am sure can tell, if not,
Then she that shap'd him can, here's the Queen Mother
Being prick'd in conscience, and preferring Spain,
Before her own respect, will name the man,
If he be noble & a Spaniard born, hee'l hide,
The apparent scarrs of their infamies
With the white hand of marriage; that and time,
Will eat the blemish off, say? shall it?
All.
No.
Card.
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall dye.
Hort.
Death is too easie for such villany.
Eleaz.
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall dye.
I would he might, I know my self am clear
As is the new born Infant. Madam stand forth,
Behold to speak, shame in the grave wants sence:
Q. Mo.
Would I were covered with the vail of night,
You might not see red shame sit on my cheecke;
But being Spains common safety stands for truth,
Hiding my weeping eyes, I blush, and say;
Philippo's father sits here.
Roder.
Here! name him?
Q. Mo.
The Lord Mendoza did beget that son,
Oh! let not this dishonour further run?
Alve.
What Cardinall Mendoza?
Qu. Mo.
Yes, yes, even hee.
Eleaz.
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.
Car.
I Philips father?—
Coms down, the rest talk.
Q. M.
Nay! deny me not?
Now may a kingdom and my love be got.
Car.
Those eyes and tongue bewitch me, shame lie here;
That love has sweetest tast that is bought dear.
Christo.
What answers Lord Mendoza to the Queen?
Car.
I confesse guilty, Philip is my son,
Her Majestie hath nam'd the time and place.
To you, but not to us, go forward Madam.
Q. Mo.
Within the circle of twice ten years since,
Your deceast King made warr in Barbarie,
Won Tunis, conquered Fesse, and hand to hand,
Slew great Abdela, King of Fesse, and father
To that Barbarian Prince.
Eleaz.
I was but young, but now methinks
I see my fathers wounds, poor Barbaria!
No more.
Q. Mo.
In absence of my Lord mourning his want,
To me alone, being in my private walk,
I think at Salamanca; I, 'twas there;
Enters Mendoza under shew of shrift,
Threatens my death if I deni'd his lust,
In fine by force he won me to his will,
I wept, and cri'd for help, but all in vain;
Mendoza there abus'd the bed of Spain.
Eleaz.
Spaniard or Moor, that saucy slave shall die.
Alve.
Why did not you complain of this vile act?
Q. Mo.
Alas! I was alone, young, full of fear;
Bashful, and doubtfull of my own defame;
I hid his sins, thinking to hide my shame.
Horten.
What says the Cardinall?
Car.
Such a time there was;
'Tis past, I'le make amends with marriage,
And satisfie with Trentalls, dirges, praiers,
The offended spirit of the wronged King.
Queen and they talk.
Eleaz.
Spaniard or Moor, that saucy slave shall die;
Oh! 'twould seem best, it should be thus Mendoza:
She to accuse, I urge, and both conclude,
Your marriage like a comick interlude.
Lords will you hear this hatefull sin confest?
And not impose upon the ravisher death,
The due punishment, oh! it must be so.
Alve.
What does the Queen desire?
Qu. Mo.
Justice, revenge,
On vile Mendoza for my ravishment:
I kiss the cold earth with my humbl'd knees,
From whence I will not rise, till some just hand,
Cast to the ground the Traitor Cardinall.
All.
Stand forth Mendoza.
Eleaz.
Swells your heart so high?
Down Lecher; if you wil not stand, then lie.
Car.
You have bretrai'd me, by my too much trust,
Roder.
Your tongue confest it.
Car.
True, I was intic'd.
Eleaz.
Intic'd? do you beleeve that?
Qu. Mo.
Justice Lords! sentence the Cardinall for
His hatefull sin.
Alve.
We will assemble all the States of Spain,
And as they Judge, so Justice shall be done.
Eleaz.
A guard! to prison with the Cardinall.
Car.
Dam'd slave my tongue shall go at liberty
Enter Zarack, Baltazar & others.
To curse thee, ban that strumpet; Doggs keep off.
Eleaz.
Hist, hist, on, on.
Qu. Mo.
I cannot brook his sight.
Alv.
You must to prison, and bee patient.
Card.
Weep'st thou Alvero? all struck dumb? my fears,
Are that those drops will change to bloody teares.
This woman, and this Serpent.
Qu. Mo.
Drag him hence.
Car.
Who dares lay hands upon me, Lords of Spain
Let your swords bail me, this false Queen did lye.
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.
Card.
I'le fight with thee, damn'd hell-hound for my life.
Eleaz.
Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.
Card.
I'le prove upon thy head.
Eleaz.
The slave shall die.
Card.
Lords stop this villains throat.
Eleaz.
Shal die, shall die.
Card.
Hear me but speak.
Eleaz.
Away.
Alve.
Words are ill spent,
Where wrong sits Judg, you'r arm'd if innocent.
Card.
Well, then I must to prison: Moor, no more:
Heavens thou art just, Prince Philip I betraid,
And now my self fall: Guile with guile is paid.
Exit.
Qu. Mo.
Philip being prov'd a bastard; who shall sit
Upon this empty throne?
Eleaz.
Strumpet, not you.
Qu. Mo.
Strumpet! and I not sit there! who then?
Eleaz.
Down;
Back, if she touch it shee'l bewitch the chair;
This throne belongs to Isabel the fair,
The true affecter of Alvero's son,
Virtuous Hortenzo. Lords, behold your Queen.
Scena. II.
Enter Isabella led in, in royal robes. Hortenzo.Qu. Mo.
Thou villain! what intendst thou, savage slave?
Eleaz.
To advance virtue thus, and thus to tread
On lust, on murther, on adulteries head
Look Lords upon your Sovereign Isabel,
Though all may doubt the fruits of such a Womb,
Is she not like King Philip? let her rule.
Qu. Mo.
She rule?
Eleaz.
She rule? I shee.
Qu. Mo.
A child to sway an empire? I am her Protectress;
I'le pour black curses on thy damned head,
If thou wrongst me. Lords, Lords!
Eleaz.
Princes of Spain,
Be deaf, be blind, hear not, behold her not,
She kill'd my virtuous wife.
He kill'd your King.
Eleaz.
'Twas in my just wrath.
Qu. Mo.
'Twas to get his Crown.
Eleaz.
His Crown! why here 'tis: thou slewst him Maria,
To have accesse to my unstained bed.
Qu. Mo.
Oh heaven!
Eleaz.
'Tis true, how often have I stopt
Thy unchast songs from passing through mine ears?
How oft, when thy luxurious arms have twin'd
About my jetty neck, have I cry'd out
Away, those scalding veins burn me 'tis true.
Qu. Mo.
Divel, 'tis a lie.
Eleaz.
Thou slewst my sweet Maria;
Alvero 'twas thy daughter, 'twas: Hortenzo,
She was thy sister: Justice Isabella!
This Serpent poison'd thy dear fathers bed,
Setting large horns on his Imperial head.
Qu. Mo.
Hear me.
Eleaz.
Hah! why?
Alv.
Madam you shall be heard,
Before the Courts, before the Courts of Spain
Eleaz.
A guard, a guard.
Enter two Moors, and others.
Qu. Mo.
A guard; for what? for whom?
Hort.
To wait on you,
So many great sins must not wait with few.
Keep me in prison! dare you Lords?
Alv.
Oh no!
Were your cause strong, we would not arm you so;
But honor fainting needeth many hands,
Kingdoms stand safe, when mischief lies in bands:
You must to prison.
Exeunt.
Qu. Mo.
Must I? must I, slave!
I'le dam thee, ere thou triumph'st o're my grave.
Exit with a guard.
Scena. III.
Manet Eleazar.Eleaz.
Do, do! my jocund spleen;
It does, it will, it shall, I have at one throw,
Rifled away the Diademe of Spain;
'Tis gone, and there's no more to set but this
At all, then at this last cast I'le sweep up
My former petty losses, or lose all.
Like to a desperate Gamester; hah! how? fast?
Enter Zarack.
Zarack.
Except their bodies turn to airy spirits,
If they can eat through locks and barrs of Iron,
They may escape, if not? then not.
Eleaz.
Ho! Zarack!
Wit is a thief, there's pick-lock policie,
To whom all doors flye open: therefore go,
In our name charge the Keeper to resign
His office; and if he have tricks of cruelty,
Let him bequeath' em at his death, for kill him;
Turn all thy body into eyes,
And watch them, let those eyes like fiery comets
Sparkle out nothing but the death of Kings.
And. ah! now thus thou know'st I did invent,
A torturing Iron chain.
Zarack.
Oh! for necks my Lord.
Eleaz.
I that, that, that, away and yoak them, stay
Enter Baltazar.
Here's Balt. go both, teach them to preach,
Through an Iron Pillory: I'le spread a net,
To catch Alvero, oh! he's is old and wise,
They are unfit to live, that have sharp eyes, Hortenzo, Roderigo, to't, to't all:
They have supple knees sleack'd brows, but hearts of gall:
Tyrants swim safest in a crimson flood.
Balt.
I com to tel your grace that Isabella,
Is with Hortenzo arm in arm at hand,
Zarack and I may kill them, now with ease,
Is't done, and then 'tis done.
Zarack.
Murther thou the man,
And I'le stab her.
Eleaz.
No, I'le speed her my selfe,
Arm in arm, so, so, look upon this Ring,
Who ever brings this token to your hands
Regard not for what purpose, seiz on them,
And chain them to the rest, they com, away,
Murder be proud, and Tragedy laugh on,
I'le seek a stage for thee to jett upon.
Enter Isabella, Hortenzo, seeing the Moor turn back.
Eleaz.
My Lord! my Lord Hortenzo.
Hortenzo.
Hah! is't you,
Trust me I saw you not.
Eleaz.
What makes your grace so sad?
Hor.
She grievs for the imprisoned Queen her Mother,
And for Philip, in the sandy heap,
That wait upon an hour, there are not found
So many little bodies as those sighs
And tears, which she hath every Minute spent,
Since her lov'd Brother felt Imprisonment.
Pity, great pity, would it lay in mee,
To give him liberty.
Isabel.
It does.
Eleaz.
In me?
Free him, your Mother Queen, and Cardinall too.
In me? alas! not me, no, no, in you,
Yet for I'le have my conscience, white and pure,
Here Madam take this Ring, and if my name
Can break down Castle walls, and open Gates,
Take it, and do't, fetch them all forth: and yet,
'Tis unfit you should go.
Hor.
That happy office I'le execute
My selfe.
Eleaz.
Will you? would I,
Stood gracious in their sight: well, go,
Do what you will Hortenzo, if this charm
Unbinds them, here 'tis; Lady, you and I
Aloof will follow him, and when we meet,
Speak for me, for I'le kisse Philippo's feet.
Hort.
I shall be proud to see all reconcil'd.
Exit.
Eleaz.
Alas! my Lord, why true, go, go.
Isabel.
Make hast dear love.
Eleaz.
Hortenzo is a man
A leg, a hand, a face, an eye, a wit,
The best Hortenzo in the Spanish Court.
Oh! he's the Nonpareil.
Isabel.
Your tongue had wont,
To be more sparing in Hortenzo's praise.
Eleaz.
I, I may curse his praises, rather ban
Mine own nativity, why did this colour,
Dart in my flesh so far? oh? would my face
Were of Hortenzo's fashion, else would yours
Were as black as mine is.
Isabel.
Mine like yours, why?
Eleaz.
Hark!
I love you, yes faith, I said this, I love you
I do, leave him.
Isabel.
Damnation vanish from me.
Eleaz.
Coy? were you as hard as flint! Oh! you shou'd yield
Like softned wax, were you as pure as fire,
I'le touch you, yes, I'le taint you, see you this,
I'le bring you to this lure.
Isabel.
If I want hands
To kill my self, before thou do'st it; do.
Eleaz.
I'le cut away your hands: well my desire
Is raging as the Sea, and mad as fire,
Will you?
Torment me not good Devill.
Eleazar.
Will you?
Isabel.
I'le tear mine eyes out if they tempt thy lust;
Eleaz.
Do.
Isabel.
Touch me not, these knives.
Eleaz.
I, I, kill your selfe,
Because I jest with you: I wrong Hortenzo?
Settle your thoughts, 'twas but a trick to try,
That which few women have, true constancy.
Isabel.
If then my speeches tast of gall.
Eleaz.
Nay faith,
You are not bitter, no, you should have rail'd,
Have spit upon me, spurn'd me, you are not bitter;
Why do you think that I'de nurse a though,
To hurt your honour? If that thought had brains,
I'de beat them out, but come, by this, Hortenzo
Is fast.
Isabel.
Hah! fast?
Eleaz.
I fast in Philip's arms.
Wrestling together for the price of love;
By this, they're on the way, I'le be your guard,
Where thou shalt see four chins upon one chain.
Exeunt.
Scena IV.
Enter Hortenzo, Queen Mother, Cardinall, and Philip chaind' by the necks, Zarack, and Baltazar busie about fastning Hortenzo.Hort.
You damned Ministers of villany,
Sworn to damnation by the book of hell;
You maps of night, you element of Devills,
Why do you yoak my neck with Iron chains?
Baltaz.
Many do borrow chains, but you have this
Gratis, for nothing.
Card.
Slaves unbind us.
Both.
No—
Exeunt two Moors.
Phil.
I am impatient, veins why crack you not?
And tilt your blood into the face of heaven,
Displaying a damn'd tyrants cruelty;
Yet can I laugh in my extreamest pangs,
Of blood, and spirit, to see the Cardinall,
Keep ranck with me, and my vile Mother Queen,
To see her self, where she would have mee seen.
Good fellowship I'faith.
Hort.
And I can tell,
True misery, loves a companion wel.
Phil.
Thou left'st me to the mercy of a Moor,
That hath damnation dy'd upon his flesh;
'Twas well, thou Mother did'st unmotherly
Betray thy true son to false bastardy:
Thou left'st me then, now thou art found, and staid,
And thou who did'st betray me, art betraid.
A plague upon you all.
Card.
Thou cursest them,
Whom I may curse; first may I curse my self,
Too credulous of Loyalty and love;
Next may I curse the Moor, more then a Devill,
And last thy Mother, mother of all evill.
Queen Mo.
All curses, and all crosses light on thee,
I have been deadly impious I confesse,
Forgive mee, and my sin will seem the less;
This heavie chain which now my neck assault,
Weighs ten times lighter then my heavie faults.
Phil.
Hortenzo, I commend my self to thee,
Thou that art near'st, stand'st furthest off from mee.
Horten.
That mold of Hell, that Moor has chain'd me here.
'Tis not my self, but Isabel I fear.
Scena V.
Enter Eleazar, Zarack, and Baltazar.Eleaz.
It's strange! will not Prince Philip come with Hortenzo.
Zarack.
He swears he'l live and die there.
Eleaz.
Marry, and shall;
I pray perswade him you, to leave the place,
A prison? why its hell; Alas here they be,
Hah! they are they i'faith, see, see, see, see.
All.
Moor, Devill, toad, serpent.
Eleaz.
Oh sweet airs, sweet voices.
Isabel.
Oh my Hortenzo!
Eleaz.
Do not these birds sing sweetly Isabella?
Oh! how their spirits would leap aloft and spring,
Had they their throats at liberty to sing.
Phil.
Damnation dog thee.
Card.
Furies follow thee.
Qu. Mo.
Cometts confound thee.
Horten.
And hell swallow thee.
Eleaz.
Sweeter and sweeter still, Oh! harmony,
Why there's no musick like to miserie.
Hast thou betrai'd me thus?
Eleaz.
Not I, not I.
Phil.
Sirrah, hedge-hog.
Eleaz.
Hah! I'le hear thee presently.
Isabel.
Hear me then, Hell-hound; slaves, Unchain my love,
Or by—
Eleaz.
By what? is't not rare walking here.
Me thinks this stage shews like a Tennis Court;
Do's it not Isabell? I'le shew thee how:
Suppose that Iron chain to be the line,
The prison doors the hazard, and their heads
Scarce peeping ore the line suppose the bals;
Had I a racket now of burnish'd steel,
How smoothly could I bandy every ball,
Over this Globe of earth, win sett and all.
Phil.
How brisk the villain jetts in villany?
Eleax.
Prating? he's proud because he wears a chain:
Take it off Baltazar, and take him hence.
They unbind him.
Phil.
And whither then you dog?
Isabel.
Pity my brother.
Eleaz.
Pity him, no; away I come, do, come.
Phil.
I pray thee kill me: come.
I hope to see
Thy own hands do that office, down with him.
Phil.
Is there another hell?
2 Moors.
Try, try, he's gone.
Eleaz.
So him next, he next, and next him; and then?
All.
Worse then damnation, feind, monster of men.
Eleaz.
Why, when? down, down.
Card.
Slave, as thou thrusts me down,
Into this dungeon, so sink thou to hell.
Q. Mo.
Amen, Amen.
Eleaz.
Together so, and you.
Isabel.
O pity my Hortenzo!
Horten.
Farewel sweet Isabel, my life adieu.
All.
Mischief and horror let the Moor pursue.
Eleaz.
A consort, that amain, play that amain.
Amain, Amain. No; so soon fallen asleep,
Nay I'le not loose this musick, sirrah! sirrah!
Take thou a drum, a Trumpet thou, and Hark;
Mad them with villanous sounds.
Zarack.
Rare sport, let's go.
Exeunt Zarack, Baltazar.
Eleaz.
About it. Musick will doe well, in woe;
Isabel.
set my Hortenzo free,
And I'le like any thing.
Eleaz.
A fool, a fool?
Hortenzo free, why look you, hee free? no;
Then must he marry you, you must be Queen,
Hee in a manner King, these dignities
Like poyson make men swell, this Ratsbane honour
O 'tis so sweet, they'le lick it till all burst.
Hee will be proud, and pride you know must fall.
Come, come, he shall not; no, no; 'tis more meet,
To keep him down, safe standing on his feet.
Isabel.
Eleazar?
Eleaz.
Mark: the imperial chair of Spain,
Is now as empty as a Misers Alms;
Be wise, I yet dare fit in't, it's for you,
If you will be for me, there's room for two.
Do meditate, muse on't: it's best for thee
To love me, live with me, and lye with me.
Isabel.
Thou knowst I'le first lye in the arms of death,
My meditations are how to revenge,
Thy bloody tyrannies; I fear thee not
In humane slave, but to thy faced defie
Thy lust, thy love, thy barbarours villany.
Eleaz.
Zarack.
Enter Zarack.
My Lord!
Eleaz.
Where's Baltazar?
Zarack.
A drumming.
Elea.
I have made them rave, and curse, and
So; guard her:
Your Court shall be this prison, guard her slaves,
With open eyes; defie me? see my veins,
Struck't out, being over heated with my blood,
Boyling in wrath: I'le tame you.
Isabel.
Do, do.
Eleaz.
Hah!
I wil, and once more fil a kingdoms Throne
Spain I'le new-mould thee, I will have a chair
Made all of dead mens bones, and the ascents
Shall be the heads of Spaniards set in ranks;
I will have Philip's head, Hortenzo's head,
Mendoza's head, thy Mothers head, and this,
This head that is so crosse, I'le have't:
The Scene wants Actors, I'le fetch more, and cloth it
In rich Cothurnall pompe. A Tragedy
Ought to be grave, graves this shall beautifie.
Moor execute to 'th life my dread cōmands,
Exit.
Zarack.
I'm weary of this office, and this life,
It is too thirsty, and I would your blood,
Might scape the filling out: By heaven I swear,
I scorn these blows, and his rebukes to bear.
Isabel.
Oh! Zarack pity me, I love thee well,
Love deserves pity, pity Isabel.
Zarack.
What would you have me do?
Isabel.
To kill this Moor.
Zarack.
I'le cast an eye of death upon my, face.
I'le be no more his slave, swear to advance me;
And by yo'n setting sun, this hand, and this
Shall rid you of a tyrant.
Isabel.
By my birth;
No Spaniards honour'd place shall equall thine.
Zarack.
I'le kill him then.
Isabel.
And Baltazar.
Zarack.
And hee,
Isabel.
I pray thee first, fetch Philippo & Hortenzo
Out of that Hell; they two will be most glad
To ayd thee; in this Execution;
My Lord Philippo; and Hortenzo; rise;
Your hands; so, talk to her; at my return
This sword shall reek with blood of Baltazar.
Exit.
Phil.
Three curses (like three comendations
To their three soules) I send; thy tortur'd brother
Does curse the Cardinall, the Moor, thy Mother.
Isabel.
Curse not at all dear soules; revenge is hot,
And boyles in Zaracks brains; the plot is caft,
Into the mold of Hell: You freemen are;
Zarack will kill the Moor; and Baltazar.
Hort.
How can that relish?
Isabel.
Why? I'le tell you how?
I did profess; I, and protested too:
I lov'd him well, what will not sorrow do?
Then he profest, I, and protested too
To kill them both, what will not devils do?
Phil.
Then I profess; I, and protest it too,
That here's for him, what will not Philip do?
Hort.
See where hee coms.
Enter the two Moors.
Balt.
Zarack, what do I see?
Hortenzo and Philip, who did this?
Zarack.
I Baltazar.
Thou art halfe damn'd for It, I'le to my Lord.
Zarack.
I'le stop you on your way, lie there;
thy tongue shal tel no tales to day.
Stabs him.
Phil.
Nor thine to morrow, his revenge was well.
Stabs him.
By this time both the slaves shake hands in hel.
Isabel.
Philippo and Hortenzo stand you
still, what; doat you both? cannot you see
your play? well fare a woman then, to lead
the way. Once rob the dead, put the Moors
habits on, and paint your faces with the oil
of hell, so waiting on the Tyrant.
Philip.
Come no more, 'tis here, and here;
room there below, stand wide, bury them
well since they so godly di'd.
Hort.
Away then, fate now let revenge be plac'd.
Philip.
Here.
Hort.
And here, a tyrants blood doth sweetly tast.
Exeunt.
Scena VI.
Enter Eleazar, Alvero, Roderigo, Christofero, and other Lords.Eleazar.
What, I imprison, who?
All.
Philip and Hortenzo.
Eleaz.
Philip and Hortenzo, Ha, ha, ha.
Why laughs the Moor?
Eleaz.
I laugh because you jest; laugh at a
jest, who I imprison them? I prize their lives
with weights, their necks with chains, their
hands with Manacles? do I all this, because
my face is in nights colour dy'd.
Black faces may have hearts as white as snow
And 'tis a generall rule in morall rowls,
The whitest faces have the blackest souls.
Alvero.
But touching my Hortenzo.
Eleaz.
Good old man, I never touch'd him,
do not touch me then with thy Hortenzo.
Christofero.
Where's Philip too?
Eleaz.
And where's Philippo too? I pray
I pray, is Philip a tame Spaniard, what can I
philip him hither, hither make him flye.
First where's Hortenzo, where's Philippo too?
Roderigo.
And where is Isabel, she was with you.
Eleaz.
And where is Isabel, she was with me,
Enter Philip and Hortenzo like Moors.
and so are you, yet are you
well you see but in good time, see where
their keepers come. Come hither Zarack,
Baltazar, come hither; Zarack, old Lord Alvero
asks of thee, where young Hortenzo is.
Horten.
My lord! set free.
Eleaz.
Oh! is be so; come hither Baltazar,
where Prince Philippo is.
Phil.
My Lord set free.
Eleaz.
Oh is he so! Roderigo asketh mee for Isabel,
Philip
I say my Lord shee's free.
Eleaz.
Oh! is she so.
Phil.
Believe me Lords.
Hortenzo.
And mee.
Philip.
I set Philippo.
Hortenzo.
I Hortenzo free.
Eleaz.
My Lords because you shal believe me too,
Go to the Castle, I will follow you.
Alv.
Thanks to the mighty Moor, and for his fame,
Be more in honour, then thou art in name;
But let me wish the other prisoners well,
The Queen and Cardinall, let all have right,
Let law absolve them or disolve them quite.
Eleaz.
Grave man, thy gray hairs paint out gravity,
Thy counsells wisedom, thy wit pollicie.
There let us meet, and with a general brain,
Erect the peace of spirit and of Spain.
Alv.
Then will Spain flourish.
Eleaz.
I, when it is mine.
Roder.
O heavenly meeting!
Eleaz.
we must part in hell.
True peace of joy.
Exeunt manent Ele. Phil. Hor.
Ele.
'Tis a dissembling knel.
Farewell my Lords, meet there so ha, ha, ha.
Draws his Rapier.
Now Tragedy thou Minion of the night,
Rhamnusias pew-fellow; to thee I'le sing
Upon an harp made of dead Spanish bones,
The proudest instrument the world affords;
When thou in Crimson jollitie shalt Bath,
Thy limbs as black as mine, in springs of
blood; still gushing from the Conduit head
of Spain: To thee that never blushest, though
thy cheeks are full of blood. O! Saint revenge
to thee: I consecrate my Murders, all
my stabs, my bloody labours, tortures, stratagems:
The volume of all wounds, that
wound from me; mine is the stage, thine is
the Tragedy. Where am I now? oh at the
prison? true, Zarack and Baltazar come
hither see, survey my Library. I study, I,
whil'st you two sleep, marry 'tis villany.
Here's a good book, Zarack behold it well,
it's deeply written for 'twas made in hell.
Now Baltazar, a better book for thee, but
for my selfe, this, this, the best of all; and
therefore do I chain it every day, for fear the
Readers steal the art away. Where thou
stand'st now, there must Hortenzo hang,
Like Tantalus in a maw-eating pang: there
Prometheus, and to act his part; shal have
a dagger sticking at his heart. But in my
room I'le set the Cardinall, and he shal preach
Repentance to them all. Ha, ha, ha.
Phil.
Damnation tickles him, he laughs again,
Philip must stand there and bleed to
death: Well villain I onely laugh to see,
that we shal live to out-laugh him and thee.
Eleaz.
Oh! fit, fit, fit, stay a rare jest, rare
jest. Zarack, suppose thou art Hortenzo now?
I pray thee stand in passion of a pang, to see
by thee how quaintly he would hang.
Hort.
I am Hortenzo, tut, tut, fear not
man, thou lookest like Zarack.
Eleaz.
I Hortenzo, here hee shall hang
here, I'faith, come Zarack come, and Baltazar
take thou Phiyippo's room. First let me
see you plac'd
Phil.
We're plac'd.
Eleaz.
Slaves, ha, ha, ha, you are but
players, they must end the play: how like
Hortenzo and Philippo ha, stand my two
slaves, were they as black as you. Well Zarack
I'le unfix thee first of all, thou shalt
help me to play the Cardinall; This Iron
engine on his head I'le clap, like a Popes
Miter, or a Cardinalls Cap. Then Manacle
his hands as thou dost mine: so, so, I pray
may stand and laugh at mee.
Phil.
'Tis fine I'faith, cal in more company,
Alvero, Roderigo, and the rest,
Who will not laugh at Eleazars jest.
Eleaz.
What? Zarack, Baltazar.
Phil.
I, anon, anon, we have not laughs
enough, it's but begun.
Who knocks.
Eleaz.
Unmanacle my hands I say.
Phil.
Then shall we mar our mirth and spoil the play.
Who knocks. within.
Alv.
Alvero.
Phil.
Let Alvero in.
Eleaz.
And let me out.
Enter all below.
Phil.
I thank you for that flout,
To let Alvero in, and let you out.
Eleaz.
Villains, slaves, am I not your
Lord the Moor, and Eleazar.
Qu. Mo.
And the Devill of hell,
And more then that, and Eleazar too.
Eleaz.
And Devills dam, what do I here with you.
Qu. Mo.
My tongue shall torture thee.
Eleaz.
I know thee then, all womens
tongues are tortures unto men.
Qu. Mo.
Spaniards this was the villain,
this is he who through enticements of alluring
lust, and glory which makes silly women
proud, and men malicious, did incense
mind, to wrong my self and that Lord Cardinall;
And that which sticks more near
unto my blood, he that was nearest to my
blood; my son to dispossesse him of his
right by wrong. Oh! that I might embrace
him on this brest, which did enclose him
when he first was born. No greater happinesse
can heaven showre upon me; then to
circle in these arms of mine, that son whose
Royall blood I did defame, to Crown with
honour an ambitious Moor.
Phil.
Thus then thy happinesse is compleat:
Embraces her.
Behold thy Philip ransom'd from that prison
In which the Moor had cloistered him.
Hor.
And here's Hortenzo.
Eleaz.
Then am I betray'd and cozen'd
in my own designs: I did contrive their ruine,
but their subtil policie hath blasted my
ambitious thoughts: Villains! where's Zarack?
where's Baltazar? what have you
done with them.
Phil.
They're gon to Pluto's kingdom to
provide a place for thee, and to attend thee
there; but least they should be tyr'd with too
long expecting hopes. Come brave spirits of
Spain, this is the Moor the actor of these
the devills.
Stabs him.
Eleaz.
And am I thus dispatch'd; had
I but breath'd the space of one hour longer,
I would have fully acted my revenge. But
oh! now pallid death bids me prepare, and
hast to Charon for to be his fare.
I com, I com, but ere my glasse is run, I'le
curse you all, and cursing end my life Maist
thou Lascivious Queen whose damned
charms, bewitch'd me to the circle of thy
arms, unpitied dye, consumed with loathed
lust, which thy venereous mind hath basely
nurst. And for you Philip, may your days be
long, but clouded with perpetuall misery.
May thou Hortenzo, and thy Isabell, be
fetch'd alive by Furies into hell, there to be
damn'd for ever, oh! I faint; Devills com
claim your right, and when I am, confin'd
within your kingdom then shall I, out-act
you all in perfect villany.
Dyes.
Phil.
Take down his body while his blood
streams forth, his acts are past, and our last
act is done. Now do I challenge my Hereditary
right, to th'Royall Spanish throne
usurp'd by him. In which, in all your fights
I thus do plant my self. Lord Cardinall, and
you the Queen my mother, I pardon all those
crimes you have committed.
I'le now repose my self in peacefull rest,
And flye unto some solitary residence;
Where I'le spin out the remnant of my life,
In true contrition for my past offences.
Phil.
And now Hortenzo to close up your wound,
I here contract my sister unto thee,
With Comick joy to end a Tragedie.
And for this Barbarous Moor, and his black train,
Let all the Moors be banished from Spain.
Exeunt.
The end of the fifth Act.
FINIS.
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