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Q. Mo. This night, if Eleazar give consent.
Eleaz. Why, then, this night Philip shall not live.
To see you kill him! Is he not your son ?
A mother be the murd'rer of a brat
That liv'd within her! ah!
Q. Mo. 'Tis for thy sake.
Eleaz. Pish! What excuses cannot damn'd sin
To save itself! I know you love him well;
But that he has an eye, an eye, an eye.
To others, our two hearts seem to be lock'd
Up in a case of steel ; upon our love, others
Dare not look ; or if they dare, they cast
Squint, purblind glances ; who care though all see all,
So long as none dare speak? But Philip
Knows that the iron ribs of our villainies
Are thin: he laughs to see them like this hand,
With chinks and crevices; how! a villainous eye!
A stabbing, desperate tongue! the boy dare speak:
A mouth! a villainous mouth! let's muzzle him.
Q. Mo. How?
ELEA2. Thus : Go you,
and with a face well set, do In good sad colours, such as paint out The cheek of that fool penitence, and with a tongue Made clean and glib, cull from their lazy swarm Some honest friars, whom that damnation gold Can tempt to lay their souls to the stake. Seek such, they are rank and thick
Q.Mo. What then? I know such ;-what's the use ?
ELEAZ. This is excellent ! Hire these to write books, preach, and proclaim abroad, That your son Philip is a bastard.
Q. Mo. How?
ELEAZ. A bastard. Do you know a bastard ? do't:
Say conscience spake with you, and cry'd out, do't;
By this means shall you thrust him from all hope
Of wearing Castile's diadem, and that spur,
Galling his sides, he will fly out, and fling,
And grind the cardinal's heart to a new edge
Of discontent; from discontent grows treason,
And on the stalk of treason, death : he's dead,
By this blow and by you; yet no blood shed.
Do't then ; by this trick he's gone.
We stand more sure in climbing high;
Care not who fall, 'tis real policy:
Are you arm'd to do this ? ah!
Q. Mo. Sweet Moor, it's done.
Eleaz. Away then! work with boldness and with
On greatest actions, greatest dangers feed :
(Erit Queen Mother.
Ha! ha! I thank thee, provident creation,
That seeing in moulding me thou didst intend
I should prove villain ; thanks to thee and nature,
That skilful workman, thanks for my face!
Thanks that I have not wit to blush !
What, Zarack ! ho ! Baltazar !
Enter the two Moors.
Boru. My lord.
Eleaz. Nearer; so, silence !
Hang both your greedy ears upon my lips;
Let them devour my speech, suck in my breath,
And in, who lets it break prison, here's his death :
This night the card'nal shall be murder'd.
ELEAZ. And to fill up a grave, Philip dies.
Both. By whom?
ELEAZ. By thee; and, slave, by thee.
you hearts and hands to execute ? Both. Here's both. 1 Moor. He dies, were he my father.
ELEAZ. Ho, away ! Stay; go, go; stay; see me no more till night, Your cheeks are black, let not your souls look white.
Boty. Till night?
ELEAZ. Till night: a word; the Mother Queen Is trying if she can, with fire of gold, Warp the green consciences of two covetous friars, To preach abroad Philip's bastardy.
1 Moor. His bastardy! who was his father?
ELEAZ. Who? Search for these friars, hire them to work with you; Their holy callings will approve the fact, Most good and meritorious : sin shines clear, When her black face religion's mask doth wear. Here comes the queen, good ;—and the friars.
Enter two FRIARS, CRAB and Cole, and the
Cole. Your son a bastard ? say we do ;
But how then shall we deal with you ?
I tell you, as I said before,
His being a bastard, you're so poor
In honour and in name, that time
Can never take
Q. Mo. I grant that, friar; yet rather I'll endure
The wound of infamy to kill my name,
Than to see Spain bleeding with civil swords.
The boy is proud, ambitious, he woos greatness;
He takes up Spanish hearts on trust, to pay them
When he shall finger Castile's crown. Oh! then,
Were it not better my disgrace were known,
Than such a base aspirer fill the throne ?
Cole. Ha! brother Crab, what think you ?
Crab. As you, dear brother Cole.
COLL. Then we agree;
Cole's judgment is as Crab's you see.
Lady, we swear to speak and write
What you please, so all go right.
Q. Mo. Then, as we gave directions, spread
abroad In Cadiz, Madrid, Granada, and Medina, And all the royal cities of the realm, Th' ambitious hopes of that proud bastard Philip: And sometimes, as you see occasion, Tickle the ears of the rude multitude
With Eleazar's praise; gild his virtues,
Naples recovery, and his victories
Achiev'd against the Turkish Ottoman.
do this for us? Eleaz. Say, will you? Both, Aye.
Eleaz. Why start you back and stare? Ha! are you afraid?
COLE, Oh! no, sir, no! but truth to tell,
Seeing your face we thought of hell.
Eleaz. Hell is a dream.
Cole. But none do dream in hell.
Eleaz. Friars, stand to her and me; and by your
I'll shoulder out Mendoza from his seat,
And of two friars create cardinals.
Oh! how would cardinals' hats on their heads sit.
Cole. This face would look most goodly under it. Friars Crab and Cole do swear, In those circles still to appear, In which she or you do charge us rise ; For you our lives we'll sacrifice. Valete, Guadete : Si pereamus, flete; Orate pro nobis, Oramus pro vobis. Cole will be burnt, and Crab be press'd, Ere they prove knaves; thus are you cross'd and bless'd.