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And shall confound your souls with murd’ring shot:
Or if you murder me,--yet under ground,
A villain, that for me will dig to hell,
Stands with a burning linstock in his fist,
Who firing gunpowder, up in the air
Shail Aing your torn and mangled carcases.
Q. Mo. Oh! sheath your weapons ;-though my

son be slain, Yet save yourselves, choose a new sovereign. ALL. Prince Philip is our sovereign, choose him

king! ELEAZ. Prince Philip shall not be my sovereign. Philip's a bastard, and Fernando's dead; Mendoza sweats to wear Spain's diadem ; Philip hath sworn.confusion to this realm; They both are up in arms, war's flames do shine Like lightning in the air. Wherefore, my lords Look well on Eleazar; value me, Not by my sun-burnt cheeks, nor by my birth; But by my loss of blood, Which I have sacrificed in Spain's defence. Then look on Philip and the cardinal ; Look on those gaping curs, whose wide throats Stand stretch'd wide open like the gates of death, To swallow you, your country, children, wives. Philip cries fire and blood; the cardinal Crieslikewise fire and blood ; I'll quench those flames. The Moor cries blood and fire, and that shall burn Till Castile, like proud Troy, to cinders turn. Rod. Lay by these ambages; what seeks the Moor?


VOL. 11.

ELEAZ. A kingdom, Castile's crown.
Alv. Peace, devil! for shame!
Q. Mo. Peace, doting lord, for shame! Oh,

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 bis 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, treachery! 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


All. Eleazar shall be Castile's sovereign!

Alv. Do, do! make haste to crown him! lords

adieu : Here hell must be when the devil governs you. [Erit. Eleaz. By heaven's great star, which Indians do

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,
You have chosen Eleazar for your king,
Invest me with a general applause.

All. Live, Eleazar, Castile's royal king!
Rod. (Aside.] A villain, and a base born fugitive!
Christo. [Aside.] A bloody tyrant and usurping

ELEAZ. Thanks to you all : 'Tis not the Spanish


That Eleazar strives for, but Spain's peace;
Amongst you I'll divide her empery.
Christofero shall wear Granada's crown ;
To Roderigo, I'll give Arragon;
Naples, Navarre, and fair Jerusalem,
l'll give to other three; and then our viceroys
Shall shine about our bright Castilian crown,
As stars about the sun. Cry all, arm, arm;
Prince Philip and the Cardinal do ride
Like Jove in thunder; in a storm we'll meet them.
Go, levy powers; if any man must fall,
My death shall first begin the funeral.


Enter ZARACK and BALTAZAR, with calirers.
Bal. Is thy cock ready, and thy powder dry?

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 bide your cock's head, lest his burning cocks-conıb 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.

[Erit. 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 ber 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.

ISTIN KARD. 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 bot catholic.

3 STIN KARD. 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


Domine. CRAB. Nec ego.

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