Her virtue was King Philip's looking-glass; And lay me up in earth, let them crown you. FERN. Yonder, with cross'd arms, stands he K. PHIL. I do commend him to thee for a man I trust he'll be a father to thy youth. soul; K. PHIL. Let none with a distracted voice [Dies. MEND. As yet his soul's not from her temple gone, Therefore forbear loud lamentation. Q. Mo. Oh! he's dead, he's dead! lament and die! In her king's end begins Spain's misery. ISA. He shall not end so soon. Father, dear father! FERN. Forbear, sweet Isabella! shrieks are vain. ISA. You cry forbear; you, by his loss of breath, forbear: Have won a kingdom, you may cry Where I will languish in eternal woe. HORTEN. Nay, gentle love! ISA. Talk not of love to me, The world and the world's pride henceforth I'll scorn. . [Exit. HORTEN. My love shall follow thee; if thou deny'st To live with poor Hortenzo as his wife, I'll never change my love, but change my life. PHIL. 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? Q. Mo. Here lies the temple of his royal soul. FERN. Here's all that's left of Philip's majesty; Wash you his tomb with tears, Fernando's moan, Hating a partner, shall be sent alone. PHIL. Oh, happy father! miserable son! Philip is gone to joy, Philip's forlorn, He dies to live, my life with woe is torn. - Q. Mo. Sweet son! [Exit. 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, My father, whilst he liv'd, tir'd his strong arms Whilst you at home, suffer'd his bed-chamber And wanton red-cheek'd boys to be her bawds; PHIL. Villain ! 'tis thee, Thou hell-begotten fiend; at thee I stare! Q. Mo. 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 devil 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 souls as I have sins, As this from hence, so they from this should fly, In just revenge of this indignity. [He draws: the lords interpose. PHIL. Give way! or I'll make way upon your bosoms. ELEAZ. Did my dear sovereign live, sirrah, that tongue Q. Mo. Did but King Philip live, traitor, I'd tell PHIL. A tale that should rid both hell. your souls to Tell Philip's ghost, that Philip tells his queen, With masks and antic revellings. ELEAZ. Words insupportable! dost hear me, boy? Q. Mo. Stand you all still, and see me thus trod down? PHIL. Stand you all still, yet let this devil stand here? MEND. Forbear, sweet prince: Eleazar, I am now Protector to Fernando, King of Spain; By that authority, and by consent Of all those royalties thou holdst in Spain. Q. Mo. Cardinal, who lends thee this commis ELEAZ. Cardinal, I'll shorten thee by the head for this. PHIL, Forward, my lord Mendoza! damn the fiend! ELEAZ. Princes of Spain, consent you to this pride? ALL. We do. Q. Mo. For what cause? Let his faith be tried. MEND. His treasons need no trial, they're too plain. Come not within the court, for if you do To beg with Indian slaves I'll banish you. [Exeunt all but Alvero, Queen, and Eleazar. ALV. Why should my son be banished? Enter MARIA. Q. Mo. Of that, dispute not now. Alvero, I'll to the king my son; it shall be tried, [Exeunt Queen and Alvero. (Oh, rare!) would bandy me away from Spain, And banish me to beg; aye, beg with slaves! MARIA. Conquer with patience these indignities. ELEAZ. Patience! ha, ha! yes, yes, an honest cardinal! MARIA. Yet smother the grief, and seek revenge. ELEAZ. Hah! banish me! s'foot, why say they do, There's Portugal a good air, and France a fine country; |