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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.

Think you my conscience and my soul is so,
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,

Lord Christofero here would ask of thee
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.

Chri.
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

Baltazar must Prince Philip stand, like damn'd
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

thee Zarack set him free, that both of you
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

my spirit beyond the limits of a womans
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

evils: Thus thrust him down to act amongst
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.

Qu. Mo.
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.