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Phil. Oh, sir !
Eleaz. I'll stay thy coming.
Phil. Thou'lt be damn'd first.
Eleaz. By all our Indian gods—

Phil. Pub! never swear.
Thou know'st 'tis for a kingdom which we fight,
And for that who'll not venture to hell gates?
Come, Moor, I'm arm'd with more than complete

The justice of my quarrel : when I look
Upon my father's wrongs, my brother's wounds,
My mother's infamy, Spain's misery,
And lay my finger here; oh ! 'tis too dull
To let out blood enough to quench them all.
But when I see your face, and know what fears
Hang on thy troubled soul, like leaden weights
To make it sink, I know this finger's touch
Has strength to throw thee down; I know this iron.
Is sharp and long enough to reach that head.
Fly not, devil; if thou do-

Eleaz. How ! fly! Oh, base !
PHIL. Come then.
ELEAZ. Stay, Philip! whosoe'er begat thee-
Puil. Why, slave, a king begat me.

ELEAZ. May be so;
But I'll be sworn thy mother was a queen ;
For her sake will I kill thee nobly.
Fling me thy sword, there's mine ; I scorn to strike
A man disarm’d.

Pul. For thus dishonouring me,

I'll give thee one stab more.

ELEAZ. I'll run away,
Unless thou change that weapon or take mine.

PHIL. Neither.
Eleaz. Farewell!

Phil. S'heart, stay! and if you dare;
Do as I do, oppose thy naked breast
Against this poniard ; see! here's this for thine.

Eleaz. I am for thee, Philip.

Phil. Come! nay, take more ground,
That with a full career thou may'st strike home.

ELEAZ. Thou'lt run away then.
Phil. Hah!
ELEAZ. Thou'lt run away then.

Phil. 'Faith I will; but first, on this I'll bear
Thy panting heart, thy head upon thy spear.

ELEAZ, Coine ! Enter the CARDINAL and the King of Portugal

on the one, and Moors on the other side. CARD. Upon the Moprs ! Moors. Upon the cardinal! Phil. Hold! cardinal; strike not any of our side ! ELEAZ. Hold ! Moors; strike not any of our side ! Phil. We two will close this battle.

ELEAZ. Come! agreed. Stand armies and give aim, whilst we two bleed. CARD. With poniards ! 'tis too desperate ; dear

PhilipPhil. Away! have at the Moor! s'heart! let me

come! VOL. II.



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; Here, try the vigour of thy sinewy arm! The day is ours already ; brainless heads, And bleeding bodies, like a crown, do stand About the temples of our victory. Yet, Spaniards, if you dare, we'll fight it out, Thus, man to man alone. I'll first begin, And conquer, or in blood wade up to th' chin.

Phil. Let not a weapon stir but his and mine! Eleaz. Nor on this side; conquest in blood shall

shine. [Alarum : they fight, the Moor is struck down ;

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

several doors. Christo. Where is my lord ? Zar. Where is my sovereign? Eleaz. What news bring Zarack and Christofero? Zar. Oh, fly, my lord! fly, for the day is lost ! Eleaz. There are three hundred and odd days in

a year,

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.


drums and colours.
Q. Mo. By all those sighs which thou, like pas-

sionate tunes,
Hast often to my dull ears offered,
By all thy hopes to enjoy my royal bed,
By all those mourning lines which thou hast sent,
Weeping in black, to tell thy languishment;

By love's best, richest treasure, which I swear
I will bestow, and which none else shall wear,
As the most prized jewel, but thyself;
By that bright fire, which, flaming through thine

From thy love-scorched bosom does arise,
I do conjure thee let no churlish sound,
With war's lewd horror my desires confound !
Dear, dear Mendoza! thus I do entreat,
That still thou would'st continue this retreat ;
I'll hang upon thee, till I hear thee say,
Woman prevail; or chiding, cry'st away.
CARD. Is there no trick in this, forg'd by the

Q. Mo. I would the Moor's damnation were the


Of all the innocent blood that has been shed,
In this black day: I care not for the Moor;
Love to my kingdom's peace makes me put on
This habit of a suppliant; shall I speed ?
CARD. You shall, were it to have my bosom

I have no power to spare the negro's head,
When I behold the wounds which his black hand
Has given mine honour: but, when I look on you
I have no power to hate him: since


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

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