Qu. Mo. At me!

Oh! why at me? For each contracted frown,
A crooked wrinkle interlines my brow:
Spend but one hour in frowns, and I shall look
Like to a beldam of one hundred years.

I prithee speak to me, and chide me not.
I prithee, chide, if I have done amiss;
But let my punishment be this, and this; [Kiss.
I prithee, smile on me, if but awhile,
Then frown on me, I'll die: I prithee smile.
Smile on me, and these two wanton boys,
These pretty lads that do attend on me,
Shall call thee Jove, shall wait upon thy cup,
And fill thee nectar: their enticing eyes
Shall serve as crystal, wherein thou may'st see
To dress thyself, if thou wilt smile on me.
Smile on me, and with coronets of pearl,
And bells of gold, circling their pretty arms,
In a round ivory fount these two shall swim,
And dive to make thee sport:

Bestow one smile, one little little smile,
And in a net of twisted silk and gold

In my all-naked arms thyself shalt lie.

Eleaz. Why, what to do? Lust's arms do
stretch so wide

That none can fill them: I'll lay there, away!
Qu. Mo. Where hast thou learn'd this lan-

guage, that can say

No more but two rude words? away, away.
Am I grown ugly now?

Eleaz. Ugly as hell.

Qu. Mo. Thou lov'dst me once.

Eleaz. That can thy bastards tell.

Qu. Mo. What is my sin? I will amend the same. Eleaz. Hence, strumpet! use of sin makes thee past shame.

Qu. Mo. Strumpet!

Eleaz. Aye, strumpet.

Qu. Mo. Too true 'tis, woe is me;
I am a strumpet, but made so by thee.
Eleaz. By me!

No no, by these young bawds: fetch thee a glass,
And thou shalt see the balls of both thine eyes
Burning in fire of lust. By me! there's here
Within this hollow cistern of thy breast,
A spring of hot blood: have not I to cool it
Made an extraction to the quintessence,
Even of my soul; melted all my spirits,
Ravish'd my youth, deflour'd my lovely cheeks,
And dried this, this, to an anatomy,

Only to feed your lust? (these boys have ears,)
Yet wouldst thou murder me.

Qu. Mo. I murder thee!

Eleaz. I cannot ride through the Castilian streets,

But thousand eyes, through windows and through doors,

Throw killing looks at me; and every slave
At Eleazar darts a finger out,

And every hissing tongue cries, "There's the
Moor;

That's he that makes a cuckold of our king; There goes the minion of the Spanish queen; That's the black prince of devils; there goes he, That on smooth boys, on masks, and revellings, Spend the revenues of the King of Spain."

Who arms this many headed beast, but you? Murder and lust are twins, and both are thine. Being weary of me, thou wouldst worry me, Because some new love makes thee loathe thine old.

Qu. Mo. Eleazer.

Eleaz. Harlot, I'll not hear thee speak.

Qu. Mo. I'll kill myself unless thou hear'st me speak.

My husband-king upon his death-bed lies,
Yet have I stol'n from him to look on thee:
A queen hath made herself thy concubine,
Yet dost thou now abhor me; hear me speak,
Else shall my sons plague thy adult'rous wrongs,
And tread upon thy heart for murd'ring me:
This tongue hath murder'd me. Cry murder, boys.
2 Boys. Murder! the queen's murder'd!
Eleaz. Love! slaves, peace!

2 Boys. Murder! the queen's murder'd!
Eleaz. Stop your throats!

Hark! hush, you squaller. Dear love, look up:
Our chamber-window stares into the court,
And every wide-mouth'd ear, hearing this news,
Will give alarum to the cuckold king:

I did dissemble when I chid my love,
And that dissembling was to try my love.
Qu. Mo. Thou call'dst me strumpet.
Eleaz. I'll tear out my tongue

From this black temple for blaspheming thee.
Qu. Mo. And when I woo'd thee but to smile

on me,

Thou cry'dstaway, away, and frown'dst upon me. Eleaz. Come,

Now I'll kiss thee; now I'll smile upon thee;

Call to thy ashy cheeks their wonted red;
Come, frown not, pout not; smile, smile upon me,
And with my poniard will I stab my flesh,
And quaff carouses to thee of my blood;
Whilst, in moist nectar kisses, thou dost pledge

me.

How now, why star'st thou thus?

(Knock.) Enter ZARACK.

Zar. The king is dead!

Eleaz. Ah! dead!

You hear this? Is't true, is't true? The king dead! Who dare knock thus?

Zar. It is the cardinal,

Making inquiry if the queen were here.

Eleaz. See, she's here, tell him; and yet, Zarack, stay.

Enter BALTAZAR.

Baltaz. Don Roderigo's come to seek the queen.'

Eleaz. Why should Roderigo seek her here? Baltaz. The king hath swounded thrice; and

being recovered,

Sends up and down the court to seek her grace. Eleaz. The king was dead with you. Run, and with a voice,

Erected high as mine, say thus, thus threaten, To Roderigo and the cardinal:

Seek no queens here, I'll broach them if they do Upon my falchion's point:

Again! more knocking!

[Knock again.

Zar. Your father is at hand, my gracious lord.

Eleaz. Lock all the chambers, bar him out,

you apes:

Hither, a vengeance! stir Eugenia,

You know your old walk under ground; away! So down, hie to the king; quick, quick, you squalls, Crawl with your dam i̇' th' dark; dear love, farewell;

One day I hope to shut you up in hell.

[Eleazar shuts them in.

SCENE II.

Enter ALVEro.

Alv. Son Eleazar, saw you not the queen?
Eleaz. Hah!

Alv. Was not the queen here with you?

Eleaz. Queen with me!

Because, my lord, I'm married to your daughter,
You, like your daughter, will grow jealous:
The queen with me! with me, a Moor, a devil,
A slave of Barbary, a dog; for so

Your silken courtiers christen me: but, father,
Although my flesh be tawny, in my veins
Runs blood as red, as royal, as the best
And proudest in Spain; there does, old man.
My father, who with his empire lost his life,
And left me captive to a Spanish tyrant;
Oh!

Go tell him, Spanish tyrant; tell him, do.
He that can lose a kingdom, and not rave,
He's a tame jade; I am not: tell old Philip
I call him tyrant; here's a sword and arms,
A heart, a head, and so, pish-'tis but death.