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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,
And fly through windows, they are fast my Lord:
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:
The bitterness shall be wash'd off with blood,
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.

Eleaz.
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
Compos'd of sweet proportion, ha's a foot,
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?

Isabel.
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,
Come follow me, I'le lead you in the van,
Where thou shalt see four chins upon one chain.

Exeunt.