« ZurückWeiter »
ALL. Here's a queasy beginning methinks. Silence! silence !
CRAB. Brethren, citizens, and market folks of Seville.
COLE. Well beloved, and honoured Castilians.
COLE. And, by Gad's blessed lady, you are all damn'd, an you suffer it.
1 STIN KARD. 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. 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 I STINKARD. What think you, my masters ? Do
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.
them. 2 STINKARD. Zounds! we say, again, comparisons are odious. I STINKARD. But say on, say on.
[Pieces go off'; Friurs die. ALL. Treason ! every man shift for himself. This is Philip's treason. Arm! arm ! arm ! [Exeunt.
ZAR. We saw 'em sprawl, and turn up the white of the eye. Eleaz. So shall they perish that lay countermines To cross our high designments: by their habits The cardinal and Philip 'scap'd our nets, And by your hands they tasted our revenge. Enter Que EN MoTHER. Here comes the queen, away ! under our wings You shall stand safe, and brave the proudest kings. [Ereunt. Q. Mo. Oh! fly my Eleazar, save thy life, Else 'point a guard about thee; the mad people, Tempestuous like the sea, run up and down, Some crying, kill the bastard; some the Moor; Some cry, God save King Philip ; and some cry, God save the Moor; some others, he shall die. Eleaz. Are these your fears 2 Thus blow them into air. I rush'd amongst the thickest of their crowds, And with a countenance majestical, Like the imperious sun, dispers'd their clouds; I have perfum'd the rankness of their breath, And by the magic of true eloquence, Transform'd this many-headed Cerberus, This pied cameleon, this beast multitude, Whose power consists in number, pride in threats, Yet melt like snow when majesty shines forth, This heap of fools, who crowding in huge swarms, Stood at our court gates like a heap of dung,
Reeking and shouting out contagious breath,
Q. Mo. By his secret letters
Eleaz. The world cannot devise a stratagem
ACT THE FOURTH.
PHILIP, CARDINAL MENDOZA, ALVERO, with
Phil. But is it possible our Mother Queen