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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 QUEEN MoTHER. Here comes the queen, away ! under our wings You shall stand safe, and brave the proudest kings. [Ereuni. 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 ? 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,
ACT THE FOURTH.
Enter EMANUEL, KING of Portug AL, PRINce
Gives new fire to the cinders of my rage; I may be well transformed from what I am, When a black devil is husband to my dam. K. of Pont. 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 To send this devil to damnation. [Drums afar off. PH 11... I hear the sound of his approaching march. Stand fair; Saint Jaques for the right of Spain Enter the MooR, Rode Rigo, CHR1stof E Ro, with drums, colours, and soldiers, marching bravely. ELEAz. Bastard of Spain 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.
PHIL. Move forward with your main battalion, Or else all is lost.
CARD. I will not move a foot.
PHIL. Sheart! will you lose the day ?
CARD. You lose your wits, You're mad; it is no policy.
PHIL. You lie.
CARD. Lie :
PHIL. Lie ; a pox upon't, cardinal, come on, Second the desperate vanguard which is mine, And where I'll die or win; follow my sword The bloody way I lead it, or by heaven I'll play the devil, and mar all ! we'll turn our backs Upon the Moors, and set on thee; aye, thee, Thee cardinal 1 sheart thee.
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 I oh! solife s'foot! will you fight?
CARD. We will not hazard all upon one cast.
PH L. You will not?
PHIL. Coward I
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.