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Q. Mo. I thought my dear Fernando had been dead, And in my indignation murder'd her. KING. I was not dead until you murder'd me, By killing fair Maria. Q. Mo. Gentle son— KING. Ungentle mother, you a deed have done Of so much ruth, that no succeeding age Can ever clear you of Oh! my dear love! Yet heavens can witness thou wert never mine. Spain's wonder was Maria. Q. Mo. Sweet, have done ! KING. Have done for what ? For shedding zealous tears Over the tomb of virtuous chastity? You cry have done, now I am doing good; But cry’d do on, when you were shedding blood. Have you done, mother ? Yes, yes, you have done That which will undo your unhappy son. Rod. These words become you not, my gracious lord. KING. These words become not me ! no more it did Become you lords to be mute standers by, When lustful fury ravish'd chastity: It ill becomes me to lament her death; But it became you well to stop her breath. Had she been fair, and not so virtuous, This deed had not been half so impious. ALv. But she was fair in virtue, virtuous fair. Oh, me !
KING. Oh, me! she was true honour's heir. Hence, beldams, from my presence: all fly hence; You are all murderers. Come poor innocent, Clasp thy cold hand in mine; for here I'll lie, And since I liv'd for her, for her I'll die.
Enter ELFAzA R with a torch; his rapier drawn. Eleaz. Bar up my castle gates! fire and confusion Shall girt these Spanish curs. Was I for this Sent to raise power against a fugitive? To have my wife deflower'd 2 Zounds ! where's my wife? My slaves cry out she's dallying with the king: Stand by: where is your king? Eleazar's bed Shall scorn to be an emperor's brothelry. Q. Mo. Be patient, Eleazar; here's the king. Eleaz. Patience and I am foes; where's my Maria Ž Alv. Here is her hapless corse, that was Maria. KING. Here lies Maria's body, here her grave; Her dead heart in my breast a tomb shall have. Eleaz. Now, by the proud complexion of my cheeks, Ta’en srom the kisses of the amorous sun, Were he ten thousand kings that slew my love, Thus should my hand, plum'd with revenge's wings, Requite mine own dishonour and her death. [Stabs the King. Q. Mo. Ah, me! my son. All. The king is murder'd lay hold on the damn'd traitor. ELEAz. In his breast, That dares but dart a finger at the Moor, I'll bury this sharp steel, yet reeking warm With the unchaste blood of that letcher king, That threw my wife in an untimely grave. ALv. She was my daughter, and her timeless grave Did swallow down my joys as deep as yours. But thus— * Eleaz. But what? Bear injuries that can, I'll wear no forked crest. Rod. Damn this black fiend cry treason through the court, The king is murder'd! ELEAz. He that first opes his lips, I'll drive his - words Down his wide throat upon my rapier's point. The king is murder'd, and I'll answer it; I am dishonour'd, and I will revenge it. Bend not your dangerous weapons at my breast; Think where you are; this castle is the Moor's; You are environ'd with a wall of flint, The gates are lock'd, portcullises let down; If Eleazar spend one drop of blood, [Zarack and Baltazar above with calivers". On those high turret tops my slaves stand arm'd, * Caliver, a musket.
And shall confound your souls with murd'ring shot:
ELEAz. A kingdom, Castile's crown. ALv. Peace, devil! for shame! Q. Mo. Peace, doting lord, for shame! Oh, misery, When Indian slaves thirst after empery ! Princes and peers of Spain, we are beset With horror on each side; you deny him, Death stands at all our backs, we cannot fly him. Crown Philip king, the crown upon his head Will prove a fiery meteor; war and vengeance, And desolation, will invade our land: Besides, Prince Philip is a bastard born. Oh! give me leave to blush at mine own shame; But I, for love to you, love to fair Spain, Choose rather to rip up a queen's disgrace, Than by concealing it, to set the crown Upon a bastard's head: wherefore, my lord, By my consent, crown that proud blackamore: Since Spain's bright glory must so soon grow dim, Since it must end, let it end all in him. ALL. Eleazar shall be king ! ALv. Oh, treacheryl Have you so soon ras'd out Fernando's love? So soon forgot the duty of true peers? So soon, so soon, buried a mother's name, That you will crown him king, that slew your king? ELEAz. Will you hear him or me? who shall be king? ALL. Eleazar shall be Castile's sovereign :