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Scena Im a.

Enter Zaracke, Baltazar, two Moors taking tobacco; musick sounding within: enter Queen Mother of Spain with two Pages, Eleazar sitting on a chair suddenly draws the curtain.
Eleaz.
On me, do's musick spend this sound on me
That hate all unity: hah: Zarack Baltazar?

Que. Mo.
My gracious Lord.

Eleaz.
Are you there with your Beagles? hark you slaves,
Did not I bind you on your lives, to watch that none disturb'd us.

Qu. Mo.
Gentle Eleazar.

Eleaz.
There, off: Is't you that deafs me with this noise?

Exeunt 2 Moors.
Queen.
Why is my loves asspect so grim and horrid?
Look smoothly on me:
Chyme out your softest strains of harmony,
And on delicious Musicks silken wings
Send ravishing delight to my loves ears,
That he may be enamored of your tunes.
Come let's kisse.

Eleaz.
Away, away.

Queen.
No, no, saies I; and twice away saies stay:
Come, come, I'le have a kiss, but if you strive
For one denial you shall forfeit five.

Eleaz.
Nay prithee good Queen leave me,
I am now sick, heavie, and dull as lead.

Queen.
I'le make thee lighter by taking something from thee.

Eleaz.
Do: take from mee this Ague and these fits that hanging on me
Shake me in pieces, and set all my blood
A boiling with the fire of rage: away, away
Thou believ'st I jeast: and laugh'st, to see my wrath wear antick shapes:
Be gone, be gone.

Queen.
What means my love, burst all those wyres? burn all those Instruments?
For they displease my Moor. Art thou now pleas'd,
Or wert thou now disturb'd? I'le wage all Spain
To one sweet kisse, this is some new device
To make me fond and long. Oh! you men
Have tricks to make poor women die for you.

Eleaz.
What die for me; away.

Queen.
Away, what way? I prithee speak more kindly;
Why do'st thou frown? at whom?

Eleaz.
At thee.

Queen.
At me? Oh why at me? for each contracted frown
A crooked wrinkle interlines my brow:
Spend but one hour in frowns, & I shal look
Like to a Beldam of one hundred years:
I prithee speak to me and chide me not,
I prithee chide if I have done amisse,
Kiss
But let my punishment be this, and this.
I prithee smile on me, if but a while,
Then frown on me, I'le die: I prithee smile:
Smile on me, and these two wanton boies,
these pretty lads that do attend on me,
Shall call thee Jove, shall wait upon thy cup
And fill thee Nectar: their enticing eies
Shal serve as chrystal, wherein thou maist see
To dresse thy self, if thou wilt smile on me.
Smile on me, and with coronets of pearle,
And bells of gold, circling their pretty arms
In a round Ivorie fount these two shal swim,
And dive to make thee sport:
Bestow one smile, one little little smile,
And in a net of twisted silk and gold
In my all-naked arms, thy self shalt lie.

Eleaz.
Why, what to do? Lusts arms do stretch so wide.
That none can fill them? I'le lay there away.

Queen.
Where hast thou learn'd this language? that can say
No more but two rude words; away, away:
Am I grown ugly now?

Eleaz.
Ugly as hell.

Queen.
Thou lovd'st me once.

Eleaz.
That can thy bastards tell.

Qu.
What is my sin? I will amend the same.

Eleaz.
Hence strumpet, use of sin makes thee past shame.

Qu.
Strumpet.

Eliaz.
I Strumpet.

Qu.
Too true 'tis, woe is me;
I am a Strumpet, but made so by thee.

Eleaz.
By me; no, no; by these young bauds; fetch thee a glasse
And thou shalt see the bals of both thine eies
Burning in fire of lust; by me? there's here
Within this hollow cistern of thy breast
A spring of hot blood: have not I to cool it
Made an extraction to the quintessence
Even of my soul: melted all my spirits,
Ravish'd my youth, deflour'd my lovely cheeks.
And dried this, this to anatomy
Only to feed your lust, (these boies have ears):
Yet wouldst thou murther me.

Queen.
I murder thee?

Eleaz.
I cannot ride through the Castilian streets
But thousand eies through windows, and through doors
Throw killing looks at me, and every slave
At Eleazar darts a finger out,
And every hissing tongue cries, There's the Moor,
That's he that makes a Cuckold of our King,
there go's the Minion of the Spanish Queen;
That's the black Prince of Divels, there go's hee
That on smooth boies, on Masks and Revellings
Spends the Revenues of the King of Spain,
Who arms this many headed beast but you,
Murder & Lust are twins, and both are thine;
Being weary of me thou wouldst worry me,
Because some new love makes thee loath thine old.

Qu.
Eleazar!

Eleaz.
Harlot! I'le not hear thee speak.

Queen.
I'le kill my self unless thou hear'st me speak.
My husband King upon his death-bed lies,
Yet have I stolne from him to look on thee;
A Queen hath made her self thy Concubine:
Yet do'st thou now abhor me, hear me speak!
Else shall my sons plague thy adult'rous wrongs,
And tread upon thy heart for murd'ring me,
Thy tongue hath murd'red me (Cry murder boyes)

2 Boies
Murder! the Queen's murd'red!

Eleaz.
Love? slaves peace?

2 Boies
Murder! the Queen's murd'red!

Eleaz.
Stop your throats?
Hark Hush you Squales; Dear love look up:
Our Chamber window stares into the Court,
And every wide mouth'd ear, hearing this news
Will give Alarum to the cuckold King.
I did dissemble when I chid my love,
And that dissembling was to try my love

Queen.
Thou call'dst me strumpet.

Eleaz.
I'le tear out my tongue
From this black temple for blaspheming thee.

Queen.
And when I woo'd thee but to smile on me,
Thou cri'dst, away, away, and frown'dst upon mee.

Eleaz.
Come now I'le kiss thee, now I'le smile upon thee;
Call to thy ashy cheeks their wonted red:
Come frown not, pout not, smile, smile, but upon me
And with my poniard will I stab my flesh,
And quaffe carowses to thee of my blood,
Whil'st in moist Nectar kisses thou do'st pledge me.
How now, why star'st thou thus?

Knock,
Enter Zarack.
Zarack.
The King is dead.

Eleaz.
Ha! dead! you hear this, is't true, is't true, the King dead!
Who dare knock thus?

Zarack.
It is the Cardinall, making inquiry if the Qeen were here.

Eleaz.
See? shee's here, tell him? and yet Zarack stay.

Enter Baltazar.
Baltaz.
Don Roderigo's come to seek the Queen.

Eleaz.
Why should Roderigo seek her here?

Baltaz.
The King hath swounded thrice, and being recovered,
Sends up and down the Court, to seek her grace.

Eleaz.
The King was dead with you; Run? and with a voice.
Erected high as mine, say thus, thus threaten
To Roderigo and the Cardinall.
Seek no Queens here, I'le broach them if they do,
Upon my falchions point. Again more knocking!

Knock again
Zarack.
Your father is at hand, my Gracious Lord.

Eleaz.
Lock all the chambers, bar him out you apes.
Hither, a vengeance; stir Eugenia,
You know your old walk under ground, away.
So down hye to the King, quick, quick, you Squalls
Crawle with your Dam, i'th dark, dear love farewell,
One day I hope to shutt your up in hell.

Eleazar shuts them in.

Scena IId a.

Enter Alvero.
Alvero.
Son Eleazar, saw you not the Queen?

Eleaz.
Hah!

Alvero.
Was not the Queen here with you?

Eleaz.
Queen with mee; because my Lord I'me married to your daughter:
You (like your daughter) will grow Jealous,
The Queen with me, with me, a Moore, a Devill,
A slave of Barbary, a dog; for so
Your silken Courtiers christen me, but father
Although my flesh be tawny, in my veines,
Runs blood as red, and royal as the best
And proud'st in Spain, there do'es old man: my father,
Who with his Empire, lost his life,
And left me Captive to a Spanish Tyrant, Oh!
Go tell him! Spanish Tyrant? tell him, do?
He that can loose a kingdom and not rave,
He's a tame jade, I am not, tell old Philip
I call him Tyrant here's a sword & arms,
A heart, a head, and so pish, 'tis but death:
Old fellow shee's not here. But ere I dye,
Sword I'le bequeath thee a rich legacy.

Alvero.
Watch fitter hours to think on wrongs then now,
Deaths frozen hand hold's Royal Philip's heart,
Halfe of his body lies within a grave;
Then do not now by quarrells shake that state,
Which is already too much ruinate.
Come and take leave of him before he dye.

Exit.
Eleaz.
I'le follow you, now purple villany;
Sit like a Roab imperiall on my back,
That under thee I closelyer may contrive
My vengeance; foul deeds hid do sweetly thrive:
Mischief erect thy throne and sit in state
Here, here upon this head; let fools fear fate.
Thus I defie my starrs, I care not I
How low I tumble down, so I mount high.
Old time I'le wait bare-headed at thy heels,
and be a foot-boy to thy winged hours;
They shall not tell one Minute out in sands,
But I'le set down the number, I'le stil wake,
And wast these bals of sight by tossing them,
In buse observations upon thee.
Sweet opportunity I'le bind my self
to thee in base apprentice-hood so long,
Till on thy naked scalp grow hair as thick
As mine: & all hands shal lay hold on thee,
If thou wilt lend me but thy rusty sithe,
To cut down all that stand within my wrongs,
And my revenge. Love dance in twenty formes
Upon my beauty, that this Spanish dame
May be bewitch'd, and doat, her amorous flames
Shall blow up the old King. Consume his Sons,
And make all Spain a bonefire.
This Tragedie beeing acted hers does begin,
To shed a harlots blood can be no sin.

Exit.

Scena 3t i a.

The Courtains being drawn there appears in his bed King Phillip, with his Lords, the Princesse Isabella, at the feet Mendoza, Alvero, Hortensio, Fernando, Roderigo, and to them Enter Queen in hast.
Queen.
Whose was that Screech-Owls voice, that like the sound
Of a hell tortur'd soul rung through mine ears
Nothing but horrid shreiks, nothing but death?
Whil'st I, vailing my knees to the cold earth,
Drowning my withered cheeks in my warm tears,
And stretching out my arms to pull from heaven
Health for the Royal Majestie of Spain,
All cry'd, The Majestie of Spain is dead:
That last word [dead] struck through the ecchoing air,
Rebounded on my heart, and smote me down
Freathlesse to the cold earth, and made me leave
My praiers for Philips life, but thanks to heaven
I see him live, and lives I hope to see
Unnumbred years to guide this Empery.

K. Phil.
The number of my years ends in one day,
E're this Sun's down all a King's glory sets,
For all our lives are but deaths counterfeits.
Father Mendoza and you Peers of Spain,
Dry your wet eies, for sorrow wanteth force
T'inspire a breathing soul in a dead coarse;
Such is your King: Where's Isabel our Daughter?

Mendo.
At your beds-feet confounded in her tears.

K. Phil.
She of your grief the heaviest burthen bears;
You can but lose a King, but she a Father.

Queen.
She bear the heaviest burthen; Oh say rather
I bear, and am born down, my sorrowing
Is for a husbands losse, losse of a King.

K. Phil.
No more, Alvero call the Princess hither.

Alvero.
Madam, his Majestie doth call for you.

K. Ph.
Come hither Isabella, reach a hand;
Yet now it shall not need, in stead of thine
Death shoving thee back claspe his hands in mine,
And bids me come away, I must, I must;
Though Kings be gods on earth, they turn to dust.
Is not Prince Philip come from Portugal?

Roder.
The Prince as yet is not return'd, my Lord.

K. Ph.
Commend me to him, if I ne're behold him:
This tells the order of my funeral,
Do it as 'tis set down? Embalm my body;
Though worms do make no difference of flesh;
Yet Kings are curious here to dig their graves,
Such is man's frailty; when I am embalm'd,
Apparel me in a rich Roial Robe,
According to the custome of the Land;
Then place my bones within that brazen shrine
Which death hath builded for my ancestors:
I cannot name death, but he strait steps in,
And pulls me by the arm.

Fern.
His Grace doth faint: help me my Lords softly to raise him up.

Enter Eleazar, and stands sadly by.
K. Phil.
Lift me not up, I shortly must go down,
When a few dribling minutes have run out;
Mine hour is ended: King of Spain farewell:
You all acknowledg him your Soveraign.

All.
When you are dead we will acknowledg him.

K. Phil.
Govern this kingdom well: to be a King
Is given to many: but to govern well
Granted to few: have care to Isabel,
Her virtue was King Philips looking-glasse.
Reverence the Queen your mother. Love your sister,
And the young Prince your brother; even that day
When Spain shall solemnize my Obsequies,
And lay me up in earth; let them crown you.
Where's Eleazar, Don Alvero's son?

Fernand.
Yonder with crost arms stands he malecontent.

K. Phil.
I do commend him to thee for a man
Both wise and warlike, yet beware of him,
Ambition wings his spirit, keep him down;
What wil not men attempt to win a crown.
Mendoza is Protector of thy Realm,
I did elect him for his gravity,
I trust hee'l be a father to thy youth:
Call help Fernando, now I faint indeed.

Fern.
My Lords.

K. Phil.
Let none with a distracted voice
Shreik out, and trouble me in my departure:
Heavens hands I see are beckning for my soul;
I come, I come; thus do the proudest die,
Death hath no mercy, life no certainty.

Mendo.
As yet his soul's not from her temple gone,
Therefore forbear loud lamentation.

Queen. Mo.
Oh he is dead, hee's dead! lament and die,
In her King's end begins Spains misery

Isa.
He shall not end so soon; Father, dear Father!

Fern.
Forbear sweet Isabella, shreiks are vain.

Isa.
You crie forbear, you by his losse of breath
Have won a kingdom, you may cry forbear:
But I have lost a Father, and a King;
And no tongue shal controul my sorrowing.

Horten.
Whither, good Isabella?

Isa.
I will go,
Where I will languish in eternal wo.

Horten.
Nay, gentle Love.

Isa.
Talk not of love to me.
The world and the worlds pride henceforth I'le scorn.

Exit.
Hort.
My love shall follow thee, if thou deny'st
To live with poor Hortenzo as his wife;
I'le never change my love, but change my life.

Enter Philip Hastily.
Phillip.
I know he is not dead, I know proud Death
Durst not behold such sacred majesty.
Why stand you thus distracted? Mother, Brother,
My Lord Mendoza, where's my Royal father?

Qu.
Here lyes the temple of his Royall soul.

Fernan.
Here's all that's left of Philips Majesty.
Wash you his tombe with tears; Fernandoes mone,
Hating a Partner, shall be spent alone.

Exit.
Phil.
Oh happy father, misemble Sonne!
Philip is gone to Joy Philip's forlorn:
He dies to live; my life with woe is torn.

Qu.
Sweet sonne.

Phil.
Sweet mother: oh! how I now do shame
To lay on one so foul so fair a name:
Had you been a true mother, a true wife,
This King had not so soon been robb'd of life.

Qu.
What means this rage, my sonne?

Phil.
Call not me your sonne:
My father whilst he liv'd tyr'd his strong armes
In bearing christian armour, gainst the Turk's
And spent his brains in warlike stratagems
To bring Confusion on damn'd Infidels;
Whil'st you that snorted here at home betraid
His name to everlasting Infamy;
Whilst you at home suffered his bed-chamber
To be a Brothelry, whilst you at home
Suffered his Queen to be a Concubine,
And wanton red cheekt boy's to be her bawds
Whilst shee reeking in that leachers armes.

Eleaz.
Me!

Phil.
Villaine 'tis thee, thou hel-begotten fiend at thee I stare.

Qu.
Philip thou art a villain to dishonour me.

Phil.
Mother I am no villain; 'tis this villain
Dishonours you and me, dishonours Spain,
Dishonours all these Lords, this Divell is he, that—

Eleaz.
What! Oh pardon me I must throw off
All chains of duty: wert thou ten Kings sons,
Had I as many soules as I have sins:
As this from hence, so they from this should fly;
In just revenge of this Indignity.

Phil.
Give way, or I'le make way upon your bosoms.

Eleazer.
Did my dear Soveraigne live, sirrha that tongue.

Queen.
Did but King Philip live, traytor I'de tell,—

Phil.
A tale, that should rid both your soules to hell.
Tell Philip's ghost, that Philip tells his Queen,
That Philip's Queen is a Moor's Concubine:
Did the King live l'de tell him how you two,
Rip't up the entrails of his treasury:
With Masques and antick Revellings.

Eleaz.
Words insupportable; do'st hear me boy?

Que.
Stand you all still, and see me thus trod down.

Phil.
Stand you all still, yet let this divell stand here.

Mendo.
Forbear sweet Prince; Eleazar, I am now
Protector to Fernando King of Spain:
By that authority and by consent
Of all these peers, I uterly deprive thee
Of all those Royalties thou hold'st in Spain,

Qu. M.
Cardinall, who lends thee this Commission?

Ele.
Cardinall, i'le shorten thee by the head for this.

Phil.
Forward my Lord Mendoza, damne the feind:

Eleaz.
Princes of Spain, consent you to this pride?

All.
wee doe.

Qu.
For what cause? let his faith be try'd.

Men.
His treasons needs no tryal, they're too plain;
Come not within the Court, for if you do,
To beg with Indian slaves I'le banish you.

Exeunt all, but Alvero, Queen, and Eleazar.

Scena IV.

Alvero.
Why should my sonne be banished?

Enter Maria.
Qu.
Of that dispute not now Alvero,
I'le to the King my sonne, it shall be try'd:
If Castiles King can cool a Cardinall's pride.

Exeunt Queen and Alvero.
Eleaz.
If I disgest this Gall; Oh! my Maria:
I am whipt, and rackt, and torn upon the wheel
Of giddy fortune: She and her Minions
Have got me down; and treading on my bosome,
They cry, lye still: the Cardinal
(Oh! rare) would bandy me away from Spain,
And banish me to beg; I, beg with slaves.

Maria.
Conquer with patience these indignityes.

Eleaz.
Patience; ha, ha: yes, yes: an honest Cardinall.

Ma.
Yet smother the grief & seek revenge.

Eleaz.
Hah! banish me, s'foot, why say hey do;
Ther's Portugal a good air, & France a fine Country;
Or Barbary rich, and has Moors; the Turke
Pure Divell, and allowes enough to fat
The sides of villany; good living there:
I can live there, and there, and there,
Troth 'tis, a villain can live any where:
But say I goe from hence, I leave behind me
A Cardinall, that will laugh, I leave behind me
A Philip, that will clap his hands for joy;
And dance levaltoes through the Castile Court.
But the deep'st wound of all is this, I leave
My wrongs, dishonours, and my discontents,
Oh! unrevenged; my bed-rid enemies
Shal never be rais'd up by the strong Physical,
Curing of my sword, therefore stay still:
Many have hearts to strike, that dare not kil:
Leave me Maria: Cardinall, this disgrace,
Shall dye thy soule, as Inky as my face:
Pish, hence Maria.

Enter Alvero.
Maria.
To the King I'le fly.
He shall reveng my Lord's indignity.

Exit.
Alve.
Mendoza woo's the King to banish thee;
Startle thy wonted spirits, awake thy soul
And on thy resolution fasten wings,
Whose golden feathers may out-strip their hate,

Eleaz.
I'le tye no golden fethers to my wings.

Alvero.
Shall they thus tread thee down which once were glad,
To Lacquey by thy conquering Chariot wheeles.

Eleaz.
I care not, I can swallow more sower wrongs:

Alve.
If they triumph o're thee; they spurn me down.

Eleaz.
Look, spurn again.

Alve.
what Ice hath coold that fire,
Which sometimes made thy thoughts heaven aspire;
This patience had not wont to dwell with thee:

Enter. Fernando & Maria.
Eleaz.
'Tis right, but now the World's chang'd you see;
Though I seem dead to you, here lives a fire,
No more, here comes the King, & my Maria;
The Spaniard loves my wife, she swears to me,
Shee's chast as the white Moon, well if she be.
Well too if shee be not, I care not, I,
I'le climb up by that love to dignity.

Fernan.
Thou woo'st me to revenge thy husbands wrong,
I woo thy fair self not to wrong thy self;
Swear but to love me, and to thee I'le swear
To crown thy husband with a diadem.

Maria.
Such love as I dare yeeld, I'le not deny.

Fernan.
When in the golden armes of Majesty.
I am broke off; yonder thy husband stands,
I'le set him free, if thou unite my bands,
Soe much for that. Durst then the Card'nall,
Put on such insolence; tell me fair Madam,
Wher'es your most Valiant Husband?

Eleaz.
He see's me, and yet inquires for me.

Maria.
Yonder's my Lord.

Fernan.
Eleazar I have in my brest writ down
From her Report your late receiv'd disgrace:
My father lov'd you dearly, so will I.

Eliaz.
True, for my wife's sake.

aside.
Fernan.
This Indignitye will I have Interest in for being your King,
You shall perceive I'le curbe my underling:
This morning is our Coronation
And father's funerall solemnized,
Be present, step into your wonted place;
wee'l guild your dim disgraces with our grace.

Exeunt.
Eleaz.
I thank my Soveraign that you love my wife;
I thank thee wife that thou wilt lock my head
In such strong armour, to bear off all blows;
Who dare say such wives are their husband foes:
Let's see now, by her falling I must rise.
Cardinal you die, if the King bid me live;
Philip you die for railing at me: proud Lord you die,
That with Mendoza cry'd, Banish the Moor
And you my loving Liege, you're best sit fast
If all these live not, you must die at last.