At holding up a finger, arm'd: this peace
Rid hence his dangerous friendship; he's at home;
But when he hears that Philip is ty'd up,

Yet hears not why, he'll catch occasion's lock,
And on that narrow bridge make shift to lead
A scrambling army through the heart of Spain:
Look to't; being in, he'll hardly out again.
Therefore, first prove and then proclaim him
bastard.

Alv. How shall we prove it?

Eleaz. He that put him out to making

I am sure can tell; if not,

Then she that shap'd him can: here's the Queen
Mother,

Being prick'd in conscience, and preferring Spain
Before her own respect, will name the man.
If he be noble, and a Spaniard born,

He'll hide the apparent scars of their infamies,
With the white hand of marriage; that and time
Will eat the blemish off: say, shall it?

All. No.

Card. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.

Horten. Death is too easy for such villany. Eleaz. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.

I would he might; I know myself am clear
As is the new-born infant. Madam, stand forth;
Be bold to speak, shame in the grave wants sense,
Heaven with sin's greatest forfeits can dispense.
Qu. Mo. Would I were cover'd with the veil
of night,

You might not see red shame sit on my cheeks;

But being Spain's common safety stands for truth, Hiding my weeping eyes, I blush and say, Philippo's father sits here.

Rod. Here! name him.

Qu. Mo. The Lord Mendoza did beget that son; Oh! let not this dishonour further run.

Alv. What, Cardinal Mendoza?

Qu. Mo. Yes, yes, even he.

Eleaz. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.

Card. I Philip's father!

[Comes down, the rest talk.

Qu. Mo. Nay, deny me not;

Now may a kingdom and my love be got. Card. Those eyes and tongue bewitch me, shame lie here;

That love has sweetest taste that is bought dear. Christo. What answers Lord Mendoza to the queen?

Card. I confess guilty, Philip is my son; Her majesty hath nam'd the time and place.

Alv. To you, but not to us; go forward, madam. Qu. Mo. Within the circle of twice ten years

since,

Your deceas'd king made war in Barbary,
Won Tunis, conquer'd Fesse, and hand to hand
Slew great Abdela, king of Fesse, and father
To that Barbarian prince.

Eleaz. I was but young, but now methinks
I see my father's wounds: poor Barbaria !
No more.

Qu. Mo. In absence of my lord, mourning his

want,

To me alone being in my private walk,

I think at Salamanca :-yes, 'twas there;
Enters Mendoza, under shew of shrift *,
Threatens my death if I deny'd his lust,
In fine, by force he won me to his will:
I wept and cry'd for help, but all in vain,
Mendoza there abus'd the bed of Spain.
Eleaz. Spaniard or Moor, that saucy slave
shall die.
[Aside.
Alv. Why did not you complain of this vile act?
Qu. Mo. Alas! I was alone, young, full of fear,
Bashful and doubtful of my own defame;
Knowing King Philip rash and jealous,
I hid his sins thinking to hide my shame.
Horten. What says the cardinal?
Card. Such a time there was;

'Tis past I'll make amends with marriage,
And satisfy with trentals †, dirges, prayers,
The offended spirit of the wronged king.

[Queen and they talk. Eleaz. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave

shall die.

Oh! 'twould seem best it should be thus, Mendoza; She to accuse, I urge, and both conclude

Your marriage, like a comic interlude.

Lords, will you hear this hateful sin confess'd,
And not impose upon the ravisher death,
The due punishment? Oh! it must be so ge
Alv. What does the queen desire?

Qu. Mo. Justice, revenge,

On vile Mendoza for my ravishment web I kiss the cold earth with my humble knees,

*«Under shew of shrift," or, in other words, as coming to hear me confess.

+ "Trentals," thirty masses on the same account.

From whence I will not rise till some just hand Cast to the ground the traitor cardinal.

All. Stand forth, Mendoza.

Eleaz. Swells your heart so high?

Down, letcher; if you will not stand, then lie. Card. You have betray'd me, by my too much

trust;

I never did this deed of rape and lust.
Rod. Your tongue confess'd it.
Card. True, I was entic'd.

Eleaz. Entic'd! do you believe that?
Qu. Mo. Justice, lords;

Sentence the cardinal for his hateful sin.
Alv. We will assemble all the states of Spain,
And as they judge so justice shall be done.
Eleaz. A guard:-to prison with the cardinal.

Enter ZARACK, BALTAZAR, and others.

Card. Damn'd slave, my tongue shall go at liberty

To curse thee, ban that strumpet; dogs keep off. Eleaz. Hist! hist! on! on!

Qu, Mo. I cannot brook his sight

Alv. You must to prison, and be patient.

Card. Weep'st thou, Alvero? all struck dumb? My fears

1

Are that those drops will change to bloody tears. This woman, and this serpent

Qu. Mo. Drag him hence.

Card. Who dares lay hands upon me? Lords of Spain,

Let your swords bail me: this false queen did lie. Eleaz. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.

Card. I'll fight thee, damn'd hell-hound, for my life.

Eleaz. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.

Card. I'll prove upon thy head

Eleaz. The slave shall die.

Card. Lords, stop this villain's throat.

Eleaz. Shall die, shall die.

Card. Hear me but speak.

Eleaz. Away.

Alv. Words are ill spent,

Were wrong sits judge; you're arm'd if innocent. Card. Well then, I must to prison: Moor, no

more.

Heavens thou art just! Prince Philip I betray'd, And now myself fall; guile with guile is paid.

[Exit. Qu. Mo. Philip being prov'd a bastard, who

shall sit

Upon this empty throne?

Eleaz. Strumpet! not you.

Qu. Mo. Strumpet! and I not sit there! who then?

Eleaz. Down!

Back! if she touch it she'll bewitch the chair; This throne belongs to Isabel the fair.

Bring forth the princess dress'd in royal robes, The true affecter of Alvero's son,

Virtuous Hortenzo. Lords, behold your queen.