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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,
To make red clouds like Ensignes in the sky,
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,
What need I curse my selfe, when all curse mee.
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.