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I'd touch you; yes, I'll taint you: see you this,
I'll bring you to this lure.
- Is A. If I want hands
To kill myself before thou dost it, do.

Eleaz. I'll cut away your hands. Well, my desire

ls raging as the sea, and mad as fire.
Will you !
Isa. Torment me not, good devil.
Eleaz. Will you ?
Isa. I'll tear mine eyes out if they tempt thy
ELEAz. Do.
Isa. Touch me not; these knives
Eleaz. Ah, ah: kill yourself,
Because Ijest with you ! I wrong Hortenzo.
Settle your thoughts, 'twas but a trick to try
That which few women have, true constancy.
Isa. If then my speeches taste of gall
ELEaz. Nay, faith,
You are not bitter; no ; you should have rail'd,
Have spit upon me, spurn'd me; you are not bitter:
Why, do you think that I'd nurse a thought,
To hurt your honour? If that thought had brains

I'd beat them out. But come: by this Hortenzo Is fast.

Is A. Hah! fast?

Eleaz. Aye, fast in Philip's arms;
Wrestling together for the price of love;
By this they're on the way: I’ll be your guard;

Come follow me; I'll lead you in the van, [Aside.] Where thou shalt see four chins upon one chain. [Ereunt.


and PHILIP, chained by the necks. ZARAck and
BALTAzAR busy about fastening HoRTENzo.
HoRTEN. You damned ministers of villany,
Sworn to damnation by the book of hell;
You maps of night, you element of devils,
Why do you yoke my neck with iron chains?
BALt. Many do borrow chains, but you have
this, w
Gratis, for nothing.
CARD. Slaves, unbind us !

Both. No. [Exeunt the two Moors. PHIL. I am impatient; veins, why crack you not,

And tilt your blood into the face of heaven,
To make red clouds, like ensigns in the sky,
Displaying a damn'd tyrant's cruelty
Yet can I laugh in my extremest pangs
Of blood and spirit, to see the cardinal -
Keep rank with me; and my vile mother queeu,
To see herself where she would have me seen.
Good fellowship i'faith.
HoRTEN. And I can tell,
True misery loves a companion well.
PhIL. Thou left'st me to the mercy of a Moor,

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That hath damnation dy'd upon his flesh;
"Twas well; thou, mother, didst unmotherly
Betray thy true son to false bastardy;
Thou left'st me then, now thou art found and
And thou who didst betray me art betray'd.
A plague upon you all !
CA Rd. Thou cursest them,
Whom I may curse: first, may I curse myself,
Too credulous of loyalty and love; -
Next may I curse the Moor, more than a devil;
And last thy mother, mother of all evil.
Q. Mo. All curses and all crosses light on thee!
What need I curse myself when all curse me.
, I have been deadly impious I confess,
Forgive me, and my sin will seem the less.
This heavy chain which now my neck assaults,
Weighs ten times lighter than my heavy faults.
Phil. Hortenzo, I commend myself to thee;
Thou that art near'st, stand'st furthest off from me.
HoRTEN. That mould of hell, that Moor, has
chain'd me here;
'Tis not myself, but Isabel I fear.
Enter ELEAzAR, Is ABELLA, ZARAck, and BAL-
T.A. Z.A.R.
Eleaz. It's strange
Will not Prince Philip come with Hortenzo
ZAR. He swears he'll live and die there.
Eleaz. Marry, and shall. [Aside.
I pray persuade him, you, to leave the place.

A prison! why it's hell. Alas, here they bel
Hah! they are they i'faith; see, see, see, see :
ALL. Moor, devil, toad, serpent 1
ELEAz. Oh, sweet airs, sweet voices !
Isa. Oh, my Hortenzo!
Eleaz. Do not these birds sing sweetly, Isabella 2
Oh! how their spirits would leap aloft and spring,
Had they their throats at liberty to sing!
PHIL. Damnation dog thee!
CAR. D. Furies follow thee!
Q. Mo. Comets confound thee!
HoRTEN. And hell swallow thee :
Eleaz. Sweeter and sweeter still. Oh, harmony
Why there's no music like to misery.
Isa. Hast thou betray'd me thus?
ELEAz. Not I, not I.
PHIL. Sirrah! hedge-hog"
Eleaz. Hah! I'll hear thee presently.
Isa. Hear me then, hell-hound; slaves, unchain
my love,

Or by
ELEAz. By what? Is’t not rare walking here?
Methinks this stage shews like a tennis-court;
Does it not Isabel ? l'il shew thee how.
Suppose that iron chain to be the line,
The prison doors the hazard, and their heads,
Scarce peeping o'er the line, suppose the balls:
Had I a racket now of burnish’d steel,
How smoothly could I bandy every ball
Over this globe of earth, win set, and all.

PHIL. How brisk the villain jets in villany. Eleaz. Prating! he's proud because he wears a chain : Take it off, Baltazar, and take him hence, - [They unbind him. PHIL. And whither then, you dog? Isa. Pity my brother. ELEAz. Pity him no; away ! I come, do come. PHIL. I pray thee kill me: come. Eleaz. I hope to see Thy own hands do that office. Down with him : PHIL. Is there another hell ? 2 MooRs. Try, try; [They thrust him into the dungeon] he's gone. ELEaz. So him next, her next, and next him; and then ALL. Worse than damnation fiend, monster of men Eleaz. Why, when 2 Down, down CARD. Slave, as thou thrust'st me down Into this dungeon, so sink thou to hell. Q. Mo. Amen, amen. ELEaz. Together so; and you. Isa. O pity my Hortenzol HoRTEN. Farewell, my Isabel ! my life, adieu ! ALL. Mischief and horror, let the Moor pursue ! Eleaz. A concert! that amain; play that amain; Amain, amain. No; so soon fallen asleep! Nay, I'll not lose this music; sirrah, sirrah, Take thou a drum, a trumpet thou; and hark,

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