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K. of Porr. Be arm'd with manly weapons ! 'tis
for slaves To dig their own and such unworthy graves.
Eleaz. I am for thee any way: thus; or, see! thus;
Phil. Let not a weapon stir but his and mine!
which his soldiers seeing, rush in and rescue him; the soldiers on the other side come forward, and drive in the Moors. Alarum continuing, Spuniards and Moors, with drums and colours, fly over the stage, pursued by Philip, Cardinal, the King of Portugal, and
others. Enter ZARACK, Christofero, and ELEAZAR, at
And cannot we lose one of them ? come, fight! CHRISTO. The lords have left us, and the soldiers
faint; You are round beset with proud fierce enemies; Death cannot be prevented but by flight.
Eleaz. He shall, Christofero. I have yet left One stratagem, that in despite of fate Shall turn the wheel of war about once more. The Mother Queen hath all this while sat sadly Within our tent, expecting to whose bosom White-winged peace and victory will fy: Her have I us'd as a fit property To stop this dangerous current; her have I sent Arm'd with love's magic, to enchant the cardinal, And bind revenge down with resistless charms; By this time does she hang about his reck, And by the witchcraft of a cunning kiss Has she disarm’d him. Hark! they sound retreat; She has prevail'd; a woman's tongue and eye, Are weapons stronger than artillery. [Ereunt.
SCENE IV. Enter CARDINAL, Queen Mother, SOLDIERS,
drums and colours.
By love's best, richest treasure, which I swear
Of all the innocent blood that has been shed,
breath Dissolves my frozen heart, being spent for him; In you my life must drown itself or swim: You have prevail'd: drum, swiftly hence! call back Our fierce pursuing troops, that run to catch
The laurel wreath of conquest! let it stand
Q. Mo. Mine eyes shall quickly grant you liberty. The Moor stays my return; I'll put on wings And fetch him; to make peace belongs to kings. As she goes out, enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, BALTA
ZAR, and SOLDIERS well armed ; at sight of each other all draw. Card. Soldiers ! call back the drum, we are be
tray'd! ELEAZ. Moors! stand upon your guard! avoid !
look back !
CARD. Discharge these soldiers then.
(Souliers stand aloof. Q. Mo. Soul, rejoice, to see this glorious day!
[She joins them together, they embrace. CARD. Your virtues work this wonder. • I have
met At her most dear command : what's your desires ?
Eleaz. Peace, and your honour'd arms: how
loathingly I sounded the alarums, witness heaven! 'Twas not to strike your breast, but to let out The rank blood of ambition. That Philip Makes you his ladder, and being climb'd so high As he may reach a diadem, there you lie. He's base begotten, that's his mother's sin.
Q. Mo. God pardon it !
ELEAZ. Aye, amen. But he's a bastard,
CARD. 'Tis true.
ELEAZ. Oh! have you found it? Have you smelt
eye to't! check it, check it! Card. How?