ZAR. We saw 'em sprawl, and turn up the white of the eye. ELEAZ. So shall they perish that lay countermines And by your hands they tasted our revenge. Here comes the queen, away! under our wings [Exeunt. Q. Mo. Oh! fly my Eleazar, save thy life, I rush'd amongst the thickest of their crowds, Like the imperious sun, dispers'd their clouds; Reeking and shouting out contagious breath, This wolf I held by th' ears, and made him tame, That damn'd Mendoza overturns our hopes. Q. Mo. By his secret letters He hath intreated me to leave the court, And fly into his arms. ELEAZ. The world cannot devise a stratagem Sooner to throw confusion on his pride. [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. Enter EMANUEL, KING of PORTUGAL, PRINCE PHILIP, CARDINAL MENDOZA, ALVERO, with drums and soldiers marching. K. OF PORT. Poor Spain! how is the body of thy peace Mangled and torn by an ambitious Moor. PHIL. But is it possible our Mother Queen ALV. Her advice is a steersman to direct his course; Besides, as we by circumstance have learnt, PHIL. Then, here upon my knees, I pluck allegiance from her; all that love, Gives new fire to the cinders of my rage; K. OF PORT. Prince, let thy rage give way to patience, And set a velvet brow upon the face Of wrinkled anger; our keen swords Must right these wrongs, and not light airy words. PHIL. Yet words may make the edge of rage more sharp, And whet a blunted courage with revenge. ALV. Here's none wants whetting, for our keen resolves Are steel'd unto the back with double wrongs; Wrongs that would make a handless man take arms, Wrongs that would make a coward resolute. CARD. Why, then join all our several wrongs in one, And from these wrongs assume a firm resolve PHIL. Thou true stamp'd son of hell, Thy pedigree is written in thy face. [Alarum, and a battle, the Moor prevails; all go out. SCENE II. Enter PHILIP and CARDINAL. PHIL. Move forward with your main battalion, Or else all is lost. CARD. I will not move a foot. PHIL. S'heart! will you lose the day? You're mad; it is no policy. PHIL. You lie. CARD. Lie! PHIL. Lie; a pox upon't, cardinal, come on, I'll play the devil, and mar all! we'll turn our backs CARD. Your desperate arm, Hath almost thrust quite through the heart of hope: Our fortunes lie a bleeding by your rash And violent onset. PHIL. Oh! oh! s'life! s'foot! will you fight? CARD. We will not hazard all upon one cast. CARD. NO. PHIL. Coward! CARD. By deeds, I'll try Whether your venomous tongue says true. Farewell! Courage shines both in this, and policy. [Exit. PHIL. To save thy skin whole, that's thy policy. |