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His mother's hand shall stop thy breath,
[Ereunt dancing and singing. Maria. Fairies or devils, whatsoe'er you be, Thus will I hide me from your company.
[Offers to go. To her enter the Queen Mother suddenly with
ALVERO and RODERIGO, with rapiers. Q. Mo. Lay hold upon the strumpet! where's the
king? Fernando! son! ah, me! your king is dead ! Lay hands upon the murd'ress!
MARIA. Imperious queen, I am as free from murder as thyself! Which I will prove, if you will hear me speak. The king is living. Rod. If he liv'd his breath would beat within his
breast. Q. Mo. The life he leads, Maria, thou shalt soon
Alv. Thou’rt no child of mine.
That had convers’d with murder: yet mine eyes,
Q. Mo. To what end ?
Rod. She's both a traitor and murd'ress.
[They prepare to strangle her. Alv. Ah, me! my child! oh! oh, cease your tor
turing! MARIA. Heaven ope your windows, that my
[She dies : the King wakes. King. Who calls Fernando ? Lore! Maria, speak! O whither art thou fled? Whence flow these waters, That fall like wintưr storms from the drown'd eyes ?
Alv. From my Maria's death.
King, My Maria dead !
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
Q. Mo. Sweet, have done!
Rod. These words become you not, my gracious lord. King. These words become not me! no more it
you lords to be mute standers by, When Instful 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.
King. Oh, me! she was true honour's heir. Hence, beldams, from my presence ! all Ay 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 ELF.azar with a torch; his rapier drawn. ELEAZ. Bar up my castle gates! fire and con
Q. Mo. Be patient, Eleazar; here's the king.
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 from 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.
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
[Zarack and Baltazar above with calivers". On those high turret tops my slaves stand arm'd,
Caliver, a musket.