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And who'd not, as the sun, in brightness shine ?
To be the greatest is to be divine.
Who among millions, would not be the mightiest?
To sit in godlike state; to have all eyes
Dazzled with admiration, and all tongues
Shouting loud prayers; to rob every heart
Of love; to have the strength of every arm :
A sovereign's name! why 'tis a sovereign charm.
This glory round about me hath thrown beams :
I have stood upon the top of fortune's wheel,
And backward turn'd the iron screw of fate.
The destinies have spun a silken thread
About my life; yet, noble Spaniards, see
Hoc tantum tanti, thus I cast aside
The shape of majesty, and on my knee,
[Kneels : the Cardinal fetches the crown and sets
it on the chair.
To this imperial state lowly resign
This usurpation; wiping off your fears
Which stuck so hard upon me ; let a hand,
• A right and royal hand, take up this wreath
And guard it; right is of itself most strong ;
No kingdom got by cunning can stand long.
Card. Proceed to new election of a king.
Eleaz. Stay, peers of Spain ! if young Philippo
Be Philip's son, then is he Philip's heir ;
Then must his royal name be set in gold ;
Philip is then the diamond to that ring;
But if he be a bastard, here's his seat,
For baseness has no gall till it grow great :
First, therefore, let him blood if he must bleed,
Yet in what vein you strike him best take heed;
The Portugal's his friend; you saw he came,
At holding up a finger, arm’d: this peace
Rid hence his dangerous friendship; he's at home;
But when he hears that Philip is tied up,
Yet bears not why, he'll catch occasion's lock,
And on that narrow bridge make shift to lead
A scrambling army through the heart of Spain :
Look to't! being in, he'll hardly out again.
Therefore, first prove and then proclaim him bastard.
Alv. How shall we prove it?
Eleaz. He that put him out to making
I am sure can tell; if not,
Then she that shap'd him can : here's the Queen
Being prick'd in conscience, and preferring Spain
Before her own respect, will name the man.
If he be noble, and a Spaniard born,
He'll hide the apparent scars of their infamies,
With the white hand of marriage; that and time
Will eat the blemish off : say, shall it?
CARD. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die!
Horten. Death is too easy for such villany.
ELEAZ, Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall
I would he might; I know myself am clear
As is the new-born infant. Madam, stand forth !
Be bold to speak; shame in the grave wants sense,
Heaven with sin's greatest forfeits can dispense.
Q. Mo. Would I were cover'd with the veil of
You might not see red shame sit on my cheeks!
But being Spain's common safety stands for truth,
Hiding my weeping eyes, I blush and say,
Philippo's father sits here.
Rod. Here! name him.
Q. Mo. The Lord Mendoza did beget that son; Oh! let not this dishonour further run!
Alv. What, Cardinal Mendoza ?
Q. Mo. Yes, yes, even he.
ELEAZ. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall
Card. I Philip's father!
(Comes down ; the rest talk. Q. Mo. Nay, deny me not ; Now may a kingdom and my love be got. CARD. Those
eyes and tongue bewitch me-shame lie here! That love has sweetest taste that is bought dear.
Christo. What answers Lord Mendoza to the
CARD. I confess guilty, Philip is my son ; Her majesty hath nam'd the time and place.
Alv. To you, but not to us; go forward, madam. Q. Mo. Within the circle of twice ten years since,
Your deceas'd king made war in Barbary,
Won Tunis, conquer'd Fez, and hand to hand
Slew great Abdela, king of Fez, and father
To that Barbarian prince.
Eleaz. I was but young, but now methinks
I see my father's wounds : poor Barbaria!
Q. Mo. In absence of my lord, mourning his
To me alone being in my private walk,
I think at Salamanca :-yes, 'twas there;
Enters Mendoza, under shew of shrift,
my death if I deny'd his lust, In fine, by force he won me to his will: I wept and cry'd for help, but all in vain, Mendoza there abus'd the bed of Spain. ELEAZ. Spaniard or Moor, that saucy slave shall die.
(Aside. Alv. Why did not you complain of this vile act?
Q. Mo. Alas! I was alone, young, full of fear, Bashful and doubtful of my own defame; Knowing King Philip rash and jealous, I hid his sins thinking to hide my shame.
HORTEN. What says the cardinal ?
CARD. Such a time there was;
'Tis past: I'll make amends with marriage,
And satisfy with trentals*, dirges, prayers,
The offended spirit of the wronged king.
[Queen and they talk.
*“ Trentals," thirty masses.
ELEAZ. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall
Oh ! 'twould seem best it should be thus, Mendoza ;
She to accuse, I urge, and both conclude
Your marriage, like a comic interlude.
Lords, will you
hear this hateful sin confess'd,
And not impose upon the ravisher death
The due panishment? Oh! it must be so.
Alv. What does the
desire ? Q. Mo. Justice, revenge, On vile Mendoza for
ravishment. I kiss the cold earth with
humble knees, From whence I will not rise till some just hand Cast to the ground the traitor cardinal