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And shall confound your souls with murd’ring shot:
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?
ELEAZ. A kingdom, Castile's crown.
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
All. Live, Eleazar, Castile's royal king!
That Eleazar strives for, but Spain's peace;
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.
Domine. CRAB. Nec ego.