I may be well transformed from what I am, And set a velvet brow upon the face Of wrinkled anger; our keen swords Must right these wrongs, and not light airy words. Phil. Yet words may make the edge of rage more sharp, And whet a blunted courage with revenge. Alv. Here's none wants whetting, for our keen resolves Are steel'd unto the back with double wrongs; Wrongs that would make a handless man take arms, Wrongs that would make a coward resolute, Card. Why, then join all our several wrongs in one, And from these wrongs assume a firm resolve [Drums afar off. Phil. I hear the sound of his approaching march. Stand fair; Saint Jaques for the right of Spain. Enter the MOOR, RODERIGO, CHRISTOFERO, with Drums, Colours, and Soldiers, marching bravely. Eleaz. Bastard of Spain! Phil. Thou true stamp'd son of hell, Thy pedigree is written in thy face. [Alarum, and a battle, the Moor prevails ; all exeunt. SCENE II. Enter PHILIP and CARDINAL. Phil. Move forward with your main battalion, Or else all is lost. Card. I will not move a foot. Phil. S'heart! will you lose the day? You're mad; it is no policy. Phil. You lie. Card. Lie! Phil. Lie; a pox upon't, cardinal, come on, Second the desperate vanguard which is mine, And where I'll die or win; follow my sword The bloody way I lead it, or by heaven I'll play the devil, and mar all! we'll turn our backs Upon the Moors, and set on thee; aye, thee, Thee cardinal; s'heart! thee. Card. Your desperate arm, Hath almost thrust quite through the heart of hope: Our fortunes lie a bleeding by your rash And violent onset. Phil. Oh! oh! s'life! s'foot! will you fight? Card. We will not hazard all upon one cast. Phil. You will not? Card. No. Phil. Coward! Card. By deeds, I'll try Whether your venomous tongue says true. Fare well; Courage shines both in this, and policy. [Exit. Phil. To save thy skin whole, that's thy policy. You whoreson fat-chop'd guts, I'll melt away That larded body by the heat of fight, Which I'll compel thee to, or else by flying: To work which, I'll give way to the proud foe, Whilst I stand laughing to behold thee run. Cardinal, I'll do't, I'll do't; a Moor, a Moor, Philip cries, a Moor; holla! ha! whoo! Enter KING OF PORTUGAL. K. of Port. Prince Philip! Philip! Compel'd by some magician's mighty charm, I'll meet him, where? You mad me! "Tis not his arm That acts such wonders, but our cowardice. Enter CAPTAIN. Capt. Sound a retreat, or else the day is lost! Phil. I'll beat that dog to death that sounds retreat. K. of Port. Philip ! Phil. I'll tear his heart out that dares name but sound. K. of Port. Sound a retreat! Phil. Who's that? you tempt my sword, sir; Continue this alarum, fight pell-mell; Fight, kill, be damn'd. This fat-back, coward cardinal, Lies heavy on my shoulders; this, aye this, Shall fling him off. Sound a retreat? Zounds! you mad me! Ambition plumes the Moor, whilst black despair, Which he usurps, makes him to cry at all, All. Away then! Phil. From before me. Stay, stand; stand fast, fight! a Moor, a Moor! SCENE III. Enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, BALTAZAR, RODERigo, CHRISTOFERO, and others; they fight: Moors are all beat in. Exeunt omnes. Manet ELEAZAR weary; a Moor lays slain. Eleaz. Oh! for more work, more souls to post That I might pile up Charon's boat so full, Had it been temper'd and made proof like mine, But thou didst well; thou knew'st Iwas thy lord, Where I fell weary, thou laid'st down thyself, As he sits down enter PHILIP with a broken sword. Phil. I'll wear thee to the pommel, but I'll find The subject of mine honour and revenge. Moor, 'tis for thee I seek! come, now, now take me At good advantage; speak! where art thou? Eleaz. Here! Phil. Fate and revenge, I thank you. Rise! Eleaz. Leave and live. Phil. Villain, it is Philippo that bids rise. Eleaz. It had been good for thee to have hid thy name; For the discovery, like to a dangerous charm, blood-hounds, Wherefore do those Thy rage and valour, chase me? Phil. Why, to kill thee. Eleaz. With that! what a blunt axe? Think'st thou, I'll let Thy fury take a full blow at this head, Having these arms? Be wise, go change thy weapon. Phil. Oh, sir! Eleaz. I'll stay thy coming. Phil. Thou't be damn'd first. |