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The laurel wreath of conquest! let it stand
Awhile untouch'd by any soldier's hand !
Away! [Erit drum.] stay you and guard us. Where's
I'll lose what I have got, a victor's prize,
Yielding myself a prisoner to your eyes.
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 !
Q. Mo. What means this jealousy ? Mendoza ! Moor!
Lay by your weapons and embrace; the sight
Of this, and this, begets suspicion.
Eleazar, by my birth, he comes in peace!
Mendoza, by mine honour, so comes he!
CARD. Discharge these soldiers then.
ELEAZ. And these.
[Solliers 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
ELEAZ. Peace, and your honour'd arms: how
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,
And rather than I'll kneel to him, I'll saw
My legs off by the thighs, because I'll stand
In spite of reverence: he's a bastard, he's!
And to beat down his usurpation
I have thrown about this thunder: but, Mendoza,–
The people hate him for his birth;
He only leans on you, you are his pillar,
You gone, he walks on crutches or else falls:
Then shrink from under him; are not they
Fools, that bearing others up, themselves seem low,
'Cause they above sit high; why you do so.
CARD. 'Tis true.
Q. Mo. Behold this error with fix'd eyes !
CARD, 'Tis true; well.-
ELEAZ. Oh! have
found it? Have
smelt The train of powder that must blow you up, Up into air? What air? Why this, a breath ; Look you; in this time may a king meet death. An eye to't! check it, check it!
Eleaz. How! thus :-
Steal from the heat of that incestuous blood,
Where ravish'd honour and Philippo lies!
Leave him! divide this huge and monstrous body
Of armed Spaniards into limbs thus big!
Parl man from man, send every soldier home!
I'll do the like: peace, with an olive branch,
Shall fly with dove-like wings about all Spain;
The crown, which I as a good husband keep,
I will lay down upon the empty chair ;
Marry you the queen, and fill it! for my part,
These knees are yours, sir.
CARD. Is this sound?
Eleaz. From my heart !
CARD. If you prove false-
Eleaz. If I do, let fire fall
Eleaz. (Aside.] Upon thy head; and so it shall.
CARD. All of myself is yours; soldiers, begone!
Eleaz. And that way you.
[To the Moors. CARD. The rest I will divide: The lords shall be convented.
CARD. Let's meet.
Q. Mo. Where?
Eleaz. Here anon; (aside] this is thy winding-sheet.
[The Moor walks up and down musing.
[Exit Cardinal. Q. Mo. What shape will this prodigious womb
Which groans with such strange labour ?
Eleaz. Excellent !
Q. Mo. Why, Eleazar, art thou rapt with joys,
Or does thy sinking policy make to shore ?
Q. Mo. Eleazar! madman! hear'st thou, Moor?
Eleaz, Well, so ; you tum my brains; you mar
Of my attempts i’ the making ; for this chaos,
This lump of projects, ere it be lick'd over,
'Tis like a bear's conception; stratagems
Being but begot, and not got out, are like
Charg'd cannons not discharg'd, they do no harm
Nor good; true policy breeding in the brain,
Is like a bar of iron, whose ribs being broken
And soften’d in the fire, you then may forge it
Into a sword to kill, or to a helmet to defend life :
'Tis therefore wit to try all fashions,
Ere you apparel villany. But, but
I've suited himn; fit, fit; oh, fit!
Q. Mo. How? prithee, how?
ELEAZ. Why thus ;--yet, no ;-let's hence;
My heart is nearest of my council; yet,
I scarce dare trust my heart with't; what I do,
It shall look old the hour wherein 'tis born;
Wonders twice seen are garments over-worn.
SCENE V. Enter CARDINAL at one door ; PHILIPPO half
armed, and two SOLDIERS following him with the rest of the armour ; the CARDINAL seeing him turns back again.
Phil. Sirrah! you, cardinal! coward! run-away! Soho, ho! what, cardinal! CARD. I am not for your lure.
(Exit. Phil. For that then ; [Throws his sword after him.]
O that it had nail'd thy heart Up to the pommel to the earth! come, arm me! Ha! s'foot! when all our swords were royally gilt
with blood, When with red sweat, that trickled from our wounds, We had dearly earn'd a victory—when hell Had from their hinges heav'd off her iron gates, To bid the damnd Moor and the devils enter, Then to lose all, then to sound base retreat; Why, soldiers, hah!
1 Sold. I am glad of it, my lord.
Phil. Hah! glad! art glad I am dishonoured ? That thou and he dishonoured ?
1 Sold. Why, my lord, I am glad that you so cleanly did come off.
Phil. Thou hast a lean face and a carrion heart; A plague on him and thee too! then-s'heart ! then To crack the very heart-strings of our armyTo quarter it in pieces—I could tear my hair, And in cursing spend my soul;