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Enter ISABELLA, in Royal Robes. HORTENZO.
Qu. Mo. Thou villain, what intend'st thou?
Eleaz. To advance virtue thus, and thus to tread
Qu. Mn. She rule!
pour black curses on thy damned head, If thou wrongst me.
Lords ! lords!
Qu. Mo. He kill'd your king.
Qu. Mo. Oh, heaven!
Eleaz. 'Tis true: how often have I stop'd Thy unchaste songs from passing through mine
How oft, when thy luxurious arms have twin'd
Qu. Mo. Devil, 'tis a lie.
Eleaz. Thou slew'st my sweet Maria ;
Qu. Mo. Hear me!
Alv. Madam, you shall be heard
Enter two Moors and others.
Horten. To wait on you;
[Exeunt. Qu. Mo. Must I! must I! Slave, I'll damn thee ere thou triumph'st o'er my grave.
[Exit with a guard.
Eleaz. Do, do, my jocund spleen!
and there's no more to set but this At all; then at this last cast I'll sweep up
My former petty losses, or lose all,
Zar. Except their bodies turn to airy spirits, -And fly through windows, they are safe, my lord : If they can eat through locks and bars of iron, They may escape; if not, then not.
Eleaz. Oh, Zarack !
Zar. Oh, for necks, my lord.
Here's Baltazar: go both, teach them to preach
hearts of gall; The bitterness shall be wash'd off with blood: Tyrants swim safest in a crimson flood.
Balt. I come to tell your grace, that Isabella
Is with Hortenzo arm in arm at hand;
Zar. Murther thou the man,
Eleaz. No, I'll speed * her myself.
Enter ISABELLA and HORTENZO; seeing the
Moor, they turn back.
Eleaz. My lord, my lord Hortenzo.
Horten. Hah! is't you? Trust me I saw you not. .
Eleaz. What makes your grace so sad ? Horten. She grieves for the imprison'd queen,
her mother, And for Philip; in the sandy heap That wait upon an hour, there are not found So many little bodies, as those sighs And tears which she hath every minute spent, Since her lov'd brother felt imprisonment.
Eleaz. Pity, great pity; would it lay in me To give him liberty.
Isa. It does.
Eleaz. In me! Free him, your mother queen, and cardinal too. In mel alas ! not me; no, no; in you:
.“ Speed," to destroy, to kill.
† “ Jet," to strut.
Yet, for I'll have my conscience white and pure, Here, madam, take this ring; and if my name Can break down castle-walls and open gates, Take it, and do't; fetch them all forth,--and yet 'Tis unfit you should go.
Horten. That happy office I'll execute myself.
Eleaz. Will you ? Would I Stood gracious in their sight. Well, go, Do what you will : Hortenzo, if this charm Unbinds them, here 'tis :'lady, you and I Aloof will follow him, and when we meet Speak for me, for I'll kiss Philippo's feet. Horten. I shall be proud to see all reconcil'd.
[Exit. Eleaz. Alas, my lord! why true; go, go. Isa. Make haste, dear love.
Eleaz. Hortenzo is a man
Isa. Your tongue had wont
Eleaz. Ah! I may curse his praises, rather ban
Isa. Mine like yours, why?
a. Damnation, vanish from me.