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be well transformed from what I am, When a black devil is husband to my dam. K. of Port. Prince, let thy rage give way to
patience, 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 steeld 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
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 Moon, 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 ;
Enter PHILIP and CARDINAL.
Phil. Move forward with your main battalion, Or else all is lost.
Card. I will not move a foot.
Card. You lose your wits,
Phil. You lie.
Phil. Lie; a pox upon't, cardinal, come on,
Card. Your desperate arm, Hath almost thrust quite through the heart of
Phil. Oh! oh! s'life! s'foot! will you fight?
Card. By deeds, I'll try
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 figbt, Which I'll compel thee to, or else by flying : To work which, I'll give way to the proud foe, Wbilst 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!
Phil. Puh! puh! where? where?
Capt. Sound a retreat, or else the day is lost!
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 ;
you mad me!
Al. Away then!
Phil. From before me.
Enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, BALTAZAR, RODERIGO,
CHRISTOFERO, and others; they fight: Moors
Had it been temper'd and made proof like mine,
As he sits down enter Philip with a broken sword.
Phil. I'll wear thee to the pommel, but I'll find
thy name; For the discovery, like to a dangerous charm, Hurts him that finds it. Wherefore do those
Phil. Why, to kill thee.
thou, I'll let Thy fury take a full blow at this head, Having these arms? Be wise, go change thy