Agreed; I am for you, Moor; stand side by side; Come, hands off, leave your ducking; hell cannot fright

Their spirits that do desperately fight.

COLE. You are too rash, you are too hot,
Wild desperateness doth valour blot.
The lodging of the king's beset,
With staring faces black as jet,

And hearts of iron; your deaths are vow'd
If you fly that way; therefore shroud
Your body in friar Cole's grey weed;
For is't not madness, man, to bleed,
When you may scape untouch'd away?
Here's hell, here's heaven; here if you stay
You're gone, you're gone; friar Crab and I
Will here dance frisking, whilst you fly.-
Gag us, bind us, come put on;

The gag's too wide; so, gone, gone, gone!

PHIL. Oh! well, I'll come again. Lord Cardinal,

Take you your castle, I'll to Portugal.

I vow I'll come again, and if I do

CARD. Nay, good my lord.

PHIL. Black devil! I'll conjure you.

[Exeunt Philip and Cardinal.

To the FRIARS making a noise, gagged and bound, enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, BALTAZAR, and other Moors, all with their swords drawn.

ELEAZ.Guard all the passages; Zarack, stand there; There Baltazar; there you; the friars,—

Where have you plac'd the friars?

ALL. My lord, a noise!

BALT. The friars are gagg'd and bound.

ELEAZ. 'Tis Philip and the cardinal; shoot! hah! stay,

Unbind them. Where's Mendoza and the prince?
COLE. Santa Maria, who can tell!
By Peter's keys they bound us well,
And having crack'd our shaven crowns,
They have escap'd you in our gowns.

ELEAZ. Escap'd! escap'd away! I'm glad, it's good;
I would their arms may turn to eagles' wings,
To fly us swift as time; sweet air, give way;
Winds, leave your two and thirty palaces,
And meeting all in one, join all your might,
To give them speedy and a prosperous flight.
Escap'd, friars! which way?

BOTH. This way.

ELEAZ. Good! alas, what sin is't to shed innocent

blood!

For look you, holy men, it is the king,

The king, the king! see, friars, sulphury wrath

Having once enter'd into royal breasts,

Mark how it burns: the queen, Philip's mother,

Oh, most unnatural! will have you two

Divulge abroad that he's a bastard. Oh!

Will you do't?

CRAB. What says my brother friar?

COLE. A prince's love is balm, their wrath a fire.

CRAB. 'Tis true; but yet I'll publish no such

thing;

What fool would lose his soul to please a king? ELEAZ. Keep there, good there; yet, for it wounds my soul,

To see the miserablest wretch to bleed,

I counsel

you, in care unto your lives,
Tobey the Mother Queen; for, by my life,
I think she has been prick'd; her conscience,
Oh! it has stung her for some fact mis-done,

She would not else disgrace herself and son.

Do't therefore; hark! she'll work your deaths else, hate

Bred in woman is insatiate.

Do't, friars.

CRAB. Brother Cole, zeal sets me in a flame,

I'll do't.

COLE. And I: his baseness we'll proclaim.

[Exeunt Friars.

ELEAZ. Do, and be damn'd; Zarack and Bal

tazar,

Dog them at the heels; and when their poisonous

breath

Hath scatter'd this infection on the hearts

Of credulous Spaniards, here, reward them thus;
Slaves too much trusted do grow dangerous.
Why, this shall feed

And fat suspicion and my policy:

I'll ring through all the court this loud alarum,
That they contriv'd the murder of the king,

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The queen, and me; and being undermin'd,
To 'scape the blowing up, they fled. Oh, good!
There, there, thou there cry treason; each one take
A several door; your cries my music make.

BALT. Where's the king? treason pursues him.

Enter ALVERO in his shirt, his sword drawn.
ELEAZ. Where's the sleepy queen?

Rise, rise, and arm against the hand of treason!
ALV. Whence comes this sound of treason?
Enter the KING in his shirt, his sword drawn.
KING. Who frights our quiet slumbers
With this heavy noise?

Enter QUEEN in her night attire.

Q. Mo. Was it a dream, or did the sound
Of monster treason call me from my rest?
KING. Who rais'd this rumour? Eleazar, you?
ELEAZ. I did, my liege, and still continue it,
Both for your safety and mine own discharge.
KING. Whence comes the ground then?
ELEAZ. From the cardinal,

And the young prince; who bearing in his mind
The true idea of his late disgrace,

In putting him from the protectorship,
And envying the advancement of the Moor,
Determined this night to murder you;

And for your highness lodg'd within my castle,
They would have laid the murder on my head.
KING. The cardinal, and my brother! bring them
forth,

Their lives shall answer this ambitious practice.

ELEAZ. Alas! my lord, it is impossible; For when they saw I had discover'd them, They train'd two harmless friars to their lodgings, Disrob'd them, gagg'd them, bound them to two posts, And in their habits did escape the castle.

KING. The cardinal is all ambition,

And from him doth our brother gather heart.

Q. Mo. Th' ambition of the one infects the other, And in a word they both are dangerous : But might your mother's council stand in force, I would advise you, send the trusty Moor To fetch them back before they have seduc'd The squint-ey'd multitude from true allegiance, And drawn them to their dangerous faction.

KING. It shall be so. Therefore, my state's best

prop,

Within whose bosom I durst trust my life,

Both for my safety and thine own discharge,
Fetch back those traitors; and till your return
Our self will keep your castle.

ELEAZ. My liege, the tongue of true obedience
Must not gainsay his sovereign's impose.

By heaven! I will not kiss the cheek of sleep
Till I have fetch'd those traitors to the court!
KING. [Aside.] Why this sorts right; he gone, his

beauteous wife

Shall sail into the naked arms of love.

Q. Mo. [Aside.] Why this is as it should be; he once gone,