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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.

Qu. Mo.
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.

Qu. Mo.
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.