Eleaz. Coy! Were you as hard as flint, oh! you should yield Isa. If I want hands To kill myself before thou do'st it, do. Eleaz. I'll cut away your hands. Well, my desire Is raging as the sea, and mad as fire. Will you ? Isa. Torment me not, good devil. Isa. I'll tear mine eyes out if they tempt thy lust. Eleaz. Do. Isa. Touch me not; these knives- Because I jest with you. I wrong Hortenzo. You are not bitter; no; you should have rail'd, bitter : Why, do you think that I'd nurse a thought, Isa. Hah! fast? Eleaz. Aye, fast in Philip's arms; Wrestling together for the price of love; By this they're on the way: I'll be your guard; Come follow me; I'll lead you in the van, (Aside.) Where thou shalt see four chins upon one chain. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. HORTENZO, QUEEN MOTHER, CARDINAL, and PHILIP, chained by the Necks. ZARACK and BALTAZAR busy about fastening HORTENZO. Horten. You damned ministers of villany, Sworn to damnation by the book of hell; You maps of night, you element of devils, Why do you yoke my neck with iron chains? Baltaz. Many do borrow chains, but you have this, Gratis, for nothing, Card. Slaves, unbind us. Both. No. [Exeunt the two Moors. Phil. I am impatient; veins, why crack you not, And tilt your blood into the face of heaven, To make red clouds, like ensigns in the sky, Displaying a damn'd tyrant's cruelty! Yet can I laugh in my extremest pangs Of blood and spirit, to see the cardinal Keep rank with me; and my vile mother queen, To see herself where she would have me seen. Good fellowship i'faith. Horten. And I can tell, True misery loves a companion well. Phil. Thou left'st me to the mercy of a Moor, That hath damnation dy'd upon his flesh; 'Twas well; thou, mother, didst unmotherly Thou left'st me then,'now thou art found and staid, Card. Thou cursest them, Whom I may curse: first, may I curse myself, Too credulous of loyalty and love; Next may I curse the Moor, more than a devil; And last thy mother, mother of all evil. Qu. Mo. All curses and all crosses light on thee! What need I curse myself when all curse me. I have been deadly impious I confess, Forgive me, and my sin will seem the less. This heavy chain which now my neck assaults, Weighs ten times lighter than my heavy faults. Phil. Hortenzo, I commend myself to thee; Thou that art near'st, stand'st furthest off from me. Horten. That mould of hell, that Moor, has chain'd me here; 'Tis not myself, but Isabel I fear. SCENE V. Enter ELEAZAR, ISABELLA, ZARACK, and BAL TAZAR. Eleaz. It's strange! Will not Prince Philip come with Hortenzo? [Aside. All. Moor, devil, toad, serpent! Eleaz. Oh, sweet airs, sweet voices! Eleaz. Do not these birds sing sweetly, Isabella? Oh! how their spirits would leap aloft and spring, Had they their throats at liberty to sing! Phil. Damnation dog thee. Qu. Mo. Comets confound thee. Eleaz. Sweeter and sweeter still. Oh, harmony! Why there's no music like to misery. Isa. Hast thou betray'd me thus? Phil. Sirrah! hedge-hog. Eleaz. Hah! I'll hear thee presently. Isa. Hear me then, hell-hound; slaves, unchain my love, Or by Eleaz. By what? Is't not rare walking here? Methinks this stage shews like a tennis court; Does it not Isabel? I'll shew thee how. Suppose that iron chain to be the line, The prison doors the hazard, and their heads, Scarce peeping o'er the line, suppose the balls: Had I a racket now of burnish'd steel, How smoothly could I bandy every ball Over this globe of earth, win set, and all. Phil. How brisk the villain jets in villany. Eleaz. Prating! he's proud because he wears a chain : Take it off, Baltazar, and take him hence. Eleaz. Pity him! no; away! I come, do come. Phil. I pray thee kill me: come. Eleaz. I hope to see Thy own hands do that office. Down with him! Phil. Is there another hell? 2 Moors. Try, try; he's gone. Eleaz. So him next, he next, and next him; and then All. Worse than damnation! fiend, monster of men! Eleaz. Why, when? Down, down! Card. Slave, as thou thrust me down Into this dungeon, so sink thou to hell. Eleaz. Together so; and you. Isa. O pity my Hortenzo! Horten. Farewell, my Isabel; my life, adieu. amain ; Amain, amain. No; so soon fallen asleep! Nay, I'll not lose this music; sirrah, sirrah, Take thou a drum, a trumpet thou; and hark, Mad them with villainous sounds. [Exeunt Zarack and Baltazar. Eleaz. About it: music will do well in woe. How like you this? Isa. Set my Hortenzo free, And I'll like any thing. Eleaz. A fool, a fool. "Amain," with force, vigour, energy, vehemence. |