ALV. Do, do! make haste to crown him! lords adieu : Here hell must be when the devil governs you. [Exit. ELEAZ. By heaven's great star, which Indians do adore, But that I hate to hear the giddy world Shame that I waded to a crown through blood, I'd not digest his pills: but since, my lords, ALL. Live, Eleazar, Castile's royal king! ROD. [Aside.] A villain, and a base born fugitive! CHRISTO. [Aside.] A bloody tyrant and usurping slave! ELEAZ. Thanks to you all: 'Tis not the Spanish crown That Eleazar strives for, but Spain's peace; Naples, Navarre, and fair Jerusalem, Like Jove in thunder; in a storm we'll meet them. My death shall first begin the funeral. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter ZARACK and BALTAZAR, with calivers. ZAR. My cock stands perching like a cock o' the game, with a red coal for his crest, instead of a comb; and for my powder, 'tis but touch and take. BALT. I have tickling geer too; anon I'll cry, here I have it, and yonder I see it. But, Zarack, is't policy for us to kill these bald-pates? ZAR. Is't policy for us to save ourselves? If they live, we die. Is't not wisdom then to send them to heaven, rather than be sent ourselves? Come, you black slave, be resolute. This way they come; here they will stand, and yonder will I stand. BALT. And in yonder hole, I. ZAR. Our amiable faces cannot be seen if we keep close; therefore hide your cock's head, lest his burning cocks-comb betray us. But soft; which of the two shall be thy white? BALT. That black villain, friar Cole. ZAR. I shall have a sharp piece of service; Friar Crab shall be my man; farewell, and be resolute. BALT. Zounds, Zarack! I shall never have the heart to do it. ZAR. You rogue, think who comands; Eleazar. Who shall rise? Baltazar. Who shall die? A lousy friar. Who shall live? Our good lord and master, the negro king of Spain. BALT. Cole, thou art but a dead man, and shalt turn to ashes. {Exit. ZAR. Crab, here's that shall make vinegar of thy carcase. [Exit. Enter CRAB and COLE, two Friars, with a Rout of STINKARDS following them. CRAB. Ah, brother! 'tis best so. Now we have drawn them to a head, we'll begin here i' the marketplace. Tut, so long as we be commanded by the Mother Queen, we'll say her son is a bastard, an he were ten Philips. COLE. Take you one market form, I'll take another. CRAB. No, godso, we must both keep one form. COLE. Aye, in oration, but not in station. Mount, mount. 1 STINKARD. Well, my masters, you know him not so well as I, on my word. Friar Crab is a sour fellow. 2 STINKARD. Yet he may utter sweet doctrine, by your leave. But what think you of friar Cole? 1 STINKARD. He, all fire: an he be kindled once, a hot catholic. 3 STINKARD. And you mark him, he has a zealous nose, and richly inflam'd. 1 STINKARD. Peace, you rogues! Now they begin. CRAB. Incipe Frater. COLE. Non ego Domine. CRAB. Nec ego. COLE. Quare. CRAB. Quia, COLE. Quæso. ALL. Here's a queasy beginning methinks. Silence! silence ! CRAB. Brethren, citizens, and market folks of Seville. COLE. Well beloved, and honoured Castilians. COLE. I am sure you are not ignorant. CRAB. How villainous, and strong! COLE. How monstrous, and huge! COLE. And, by Gad's blessed lady, you are all damn'd, an you suffer it. 1 STINKARD. Friar Cole says true, he speaks out to the heat of his zeal; look how he glows. 2 STINKARD. Well, friar Crab, for my money; he has set my teeth on edge against this bastard. 1 STINKARD. Oh! his words are like vergis, to whet a man's stomach. ALL. Silence! silence! CRAB. Now, contrarywise. COLE. Your noble king the Moor CRAB. Is a valiant gentleman; COLE. A noble gentleman : CRAB. An honourable gentleman; COLE. If he were not borne down by him that would be king; who (as I said before) is a bastard, and no king. 1 STINKARD. What think you, my masters? Do you mark his words well? CRAB. Further, compare them together. ALL. S'blood! there's no comparison between them. COLE. Nay; but hear us, good countrymen. COLE. Do but compare them. 2 STINKARD. Zounds! we say, again, compa risons are odious. 1 STINKARD. But say on, say on. [Pieces go off; Friars die. ALL. Treason! every man shift for himself. is Philip's treason. Arm! arm! arm! This [Exeunt. SCENE V. Enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, and BALTAZAR. ELEAZ. Zarack and Baltazar, are they dispatch'd? |