ELEAZ. And where is Isabel? She was with me. Enter PHILIP and HORTENZO like Moors. And so are you; yet are you well, you see: But in good time, see where their keepers come. Come hither, Zarack; Baltazar, come hither: Zarack, old Lord Alvero asks of thee Where young Hortenzo is. HORTEN. My lord, set free. ELEAZ. Oh! is he so? Come hither, Baltazar: Lord Christofero here would ask of thee, Where Prince Philippo is. PHIL. My lord, set free. ELEAZ. Oh! is he so? Roderigo asketh me for Isabel. PHIL. I say, my lord, she's free. ELEAZ. Oh? is she so? PHIL. Believe me, lords. HORTEN. And me. PHIL. 'I set Philippo HORTEN. I, Hortenzo free. ELEAZ. My lords, because you shall believe me too, Go to the castle, I will follow you. ALV. Thanks to the mighty Moor; and for his fame, Be more in honour than thou art in name: Thy counsels wisdom, thy wit policy. There let us meet, and with a general brain Erect the peace of spirit, and of Spain. ELEAZ. Aye, when it is mine. ELEAZ. [Aside.] We must part in hell. CHRISTO. True peace of joy. [Exeunt. Manent ELEAZAR, PHILIP, and HORTENZO. ELEAZ. 'Tis a dissembling knell; Farewell, my lords! meet there! so, ha, ha, ha! [Draws his rapier. The volume of all wounds that wound from me; Where am I now? Oh! at the prison; true. Now, Baltazar, a better book for thee; But, for myself, this, this, the best of all; every day, For fear the readers steal the art away. Where thou stand'st now there must Hortenzo hang, Like Tantalus in a maw-eating pang. There, Baltazar, must Prince Philip stand, Like damn'd Prometheus; and to act his part, But in my room I'll set the cardinal, And he shall preach repentance to them all. PHIL. Damnation tickles him; he laughs again. That we shall live to out-laugh him and thee. I pray thee stand in passion of a pang, To see, by thee, how quaintly he would hang. HORTEN. [Aside.] I am Hortenzo; tut, tut, fear not man, Thou lookest like Zarack. ELEZA. Aye, Hortenzo, He shall hang here i' faith; come, Zarack, come, PHIL. We're plac'd. [He fastens them.] You are but players, they must end the play; Stand my two slaves! were they as black as you. Who will not laugh at Eleazar's jest? ELEAZ. What! Zarack! Baltazar! PHIL. Ah! anon, anon; We have not laugh'd enough, it's but begun. Who knocks? ELEAZ. Unmanacle my hands I say. [Knocking. PHIL. Then shall we mar our mirth, and spoil the PHIL. I thank you for that flout; To let Alvero in, and let you out. ELEAZ. Villains! slaves! am not I your lord, the Moor, And Eleazar? Q. Mo. And the devil of hell; And more than that, and Eleazar too. ELEAZ. And devil's dam, what do I here with you? Q. Mo. My tongue shall torture thee. ELEAZ. I know thee theu; All women's tongues are tortures unto men. Q. Mo. Spaniards, this was the villain; this is he, Who through incitements of alluring lust, And glory, which makes silly women proud To wrong myself, and that lord cardinal; That son, whose royal blood I did defame {Embraces her. Behold thy Philip ransom'd from that prison, HORTEN. And here's Hortenzo. ELEAZ. Then am I betrayed and cozen'd In my own designs; I did contrive Their ruin; but their subtle policy Hath blasted my ambitious thoughts. Villains! |