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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!
Part 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,
sir.

These knees are yours,

CARD. Is this sound?

ELEAZ. From my heart!

CARD. If you prove false

ELEAZ. If I do, let fire fall

CARD. Amen.

ELEAZ. [Aside.] Upon thy head; and so it shall.

CARD. All of myself is yours; soldiers, begone!

ELEAZ. And that way you.

CARD. The rest I will divide:

The lords shall be convented.

ELEAZ. Good.

CARD. Let's meet.

Q. Mo. Where?

[To the Moors.

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

bring forth,

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? ELEAZ. Ha!

Q. Mo. Eleazar! madman! hear'st thou, Moor? ELEAZ. Well, so; you turn my brains; you mar

the face

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 him; 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.

[Exeunt.

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 damn'd 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;

Cardinal! what, Judas! come, we'll fight
Till there be left but one! if I be he,

I'll die a glorious death.

1 SOLD. So will I, I hope, in my bed.

2 SOLD. Till there be but one left, my lord? Why that's now; for all our fellows are crawl'd home; some with one leg, some ne'er an arm, some with their brains beaten out, and glad they 'scaped so. PHIL. But, my dear countrymen, you'll stick to me?

1 SOLD. Stick! aye, my lord, stick like bandogs, till we be pull'd off.

PHIL. That's nobly said: I'll lead you but to death,

Where I'll have greatest share; we shall win fame For life, and that doth crown a soldier's name.

1 SOLD. How! to death, my lord? Not I, by Gad's-lid: I have a poor wife and children at home, and if I die, they beg: and do you think I'll see her go up and down the wide universal world?

PHIL. For every drop of blood which thou shalt lose,

Coward, I'll give thy wife a wedge of gold.

2 SOLD. Hang him, meacock! my lord, arm yourself; I'll fight for you, till I have not an eye to see the fire in my touch-hole.

PHIL. Be thou a king's companion; thou, and I, Will dare the cardinal and the Moor to fight

In single combat; shall we? hah!

2 SOLD. Agreed.

PHIL. We'll beat 'em to hell gate; shall we hah!

2 SOLD. Hell gate's somewhat too hot, somewhat too hot; the porter's a knave: I'd be loth to be damn'd for my conscience; I'll knock any body's costard, so I knock not there, my lord; hell gates! PHIL. A pox upon such slaves !

1 SOLD. Hang him, a peasant! my lord, you see I am but a scrag; my lord, my legs are not of the biggest, nor the least, nor the best that e'er were stood upon, nor the worst; but they are of God's making; and for your sake, if ever we put our enemies to flight again, by Gad's-lid, if I run not after them like a tiger, huff me.

PHIL. But wilt thou stand to't ere they fly? ha! wilt thou?

1 SOLD. Will I, quoth-a! by this hand and the honour of a soldier!

PHIL. And by a soldier's honour I will load thee With Spanish pistolets! to have this head,

Thy face, and all thy body stuck with scars,
Why 'tis a sight more glorious than to see
A lady hung with diamonds! If thou lose
A hand, I'll send this after; if an arm,

I'll lend thee one of mine; come then, let's fight!
A mangled, lame, true soldier is a gem

Worth Cæsar's empire, though fools spurn at them. ·

1 SOLD. Yet, my lord, I have seen lame soldiers not worth the crutches they leant upon; hands and arms quoth-he! zounds, not I: I'll double my files, or

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