Enter PHILIP hastily. 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? Qu. 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 spent alone. [ [Exit. Phil. Oh, happy father! miserable son! Philip is gone to joy, Philip's forlorn, He dies to live, my life with woe is torn. Qu. Mo. Sweet son. 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. My father, whilst he liv'd, tir'd his strong arms Whilst you, that snorted here at home, betray'd 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. 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. Phil. Give way, or I'll make way upon your bosoms. Eleaz. Did my dear sovereign live, sirrah, that Qu. Mo. Did but King Philip live, traitor, Phil. A tale that should rid both your souls Tell Philip's ghost, that Philip tells his queen, Eleaz. Words insupportable! dost hear me, boy? 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 these peers, I utterly deprive thee Qu. Mo. Cardinal, who lends thee this commission? 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. Qu. 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. SCENE IV. ་ Alv. Why should my son be banished? Enter MARIA. Qu. Mo. Of that, dispute not now. Alvero, I'll to the king my son; it shall be tried, If Castile's king can cool a cardinal's pride. Exeunt Queen and Alvero. Eleaz. If I digest this gall-oh! my Maria, I am whipp'd, and rack'd, and torn upon the wheel Of giddy fortune; she, and her minions, Have got me down, and treading on my bosom, They cry, lie still: the cardinal, (Oh! rare) would bandy me away from Spain, And banish me to beg; ah! 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, Or Barbary rich, and has Moors; the Turk Shall never be rais'd up by the strong physical Enter ALVERO. Maria. To the king I'll fly, He shall revenge my lord's indignity. [Exit. Alv. Mendoza woos the king to banish thee. Startle thy wonted spirits, awake thy soul, And on thy resolution fasten wings, To lacquey by thy conquering chariot wheels? Eleaz. I care not, I can swallow more sour wrongs. Alv. If they triumph o'er thee, they'll spurn me down. Eleaz. Look-spurn again. Alv. What ice hath cool'd that fire, Which sometimes made thy thoughts to heaven aspire? This patience had not wont to dwell with thee. Enter FERNANDO and MARIA. Eleaz. "Tis right, but now the world's chang'd you see; Though I seem dead to you, here lives a fire- Fern. Thou wo'st me to revenge thy husband's wrong, I woo thy fair self not to wrong thyself; Maria. Such love as I dare yield, I'll not deny. |