Cole. Aye, in oration, but not in station. Mount,

mount.

1 Stinkard. Well, my masters, you know him not so well as I, on my word. Friar Crab is a sour fellow.

2 Stinkard. Yet he may utter sweet doctrine, by your leave. But what think you of friar Cole? 1 Stinkard. He, all fire: an he be kindled once, a hot catholic.

3 Stinkard. And you mark him, he has a zealous nose, and richly inflam'd.

1 Stinkard. Peace, you rogues! Now they begin.

Crab. Incipe Frater.

All. Here's a quezy beginning methinks. Silence! silence!

Crab. Brethren, citizens, and market folks of Seville.

Cole. Well beloved, and honoured Castilians. Crab. It is not unknown to you.

Cole. I am sure you are not ignorant.

Crab. How villainous, and strong!

Cole. How monstrous, and huge!
Crab. The faction of Prince Philip is.
Cole. Philip, that is a bastard.

Crab. Philip, that is a dastard.

Cole. Philip, that kill'd your king.

Crab. Only to make himself king.

Cole. And, by Gad's blessed lady, you are all damn'd, an you suffer it.

1 Stinkard. Friar Cole says true, he speaks out to the heat of his zeal; look how he glows.

2 Stinkard. Well, friar Crab, for my money; he has set my teeth an edge against this bastard. 1 Stinkard. Oh! his words are like vergis, to whet a man's stomach.

All. Silence! silence!

Crab, Now, contrariwise.

Cole. Your noble king the Moor-
Crab. Is a valiant gentleman;
Cole. A noble gentleman;

Crab. An honourable gentleman;
Cole. A fair black gentleman.
Crab. A friend to Castilians;
Cole. A champion for Castilians;
Crab. A man fit to be a king,

Cole. If he were not borne down by him that would be king; who (as I said before) is a bastard, and no king.

1 Stinkard. What think you, my masters? Do you mark his words well?

Crab. Further, compare them together.

All. S'blood! there's no comparison between them.

Cole. Nay; but hear us, good countrymen.
All. Hear friar Cole! hear friar Cole !
Cole. See that bastard and Eleazar together.
1 Stinkard. How? mean you by the ears?
Crab. No; but compare them.

Cole. Do but compare them.

2 Stinkard. Zounds! we say, again, comparisons are odious.

1 Stinkard. But say on, say on.

[Pieces go off; Friars die.

All. Treason! treason! every man shift for himself. This is Philip's treason. Arm! arm! [Exeunt.

arm!

SCENE VI.

Enter ELEAZAR, ZARACK, and BALTAZAR. Eleaz. Zarack and Baltazar, are they dispatch'd? Zar. We saw 'em sprawl, and turn up the white of the eye.

Eleaz. So shall they perish that lay countermines

To cross our high designments: by their habits
The cardinal and Philip 'scap'd our nets,
And by your hands they tasted our revenge.

Enter QUEEN MOTHER.

Here comes the queen, away! under our wings You shall stand safe, and brave the proudest kings.

[Exeunt.

Qu. Mo. Oh! fly my Eleazar, save thy life, Else 'point a guard about thee; the mad people, Tempestuous like the sea, run up and down, Some crying, kill the bastard; some the Moor; Some cry, God save King Philip; and some cry, God save the Moor; some others, he shall die. Eleaz. Are these your fears? Thus blow them into air.

I rush'd amongst the thickest of their crowds,
And with a countenance majestical,

Like the imperious sun, dispers'd their clouds;
I have perfum'd the rankness of their breath,
And by the magic of true eloquence,
Transform'd this many-headed Cerberus,

This py'd Camelion, this beast multitude,
Whose power consists in number, pride in threats,
Yet melt like snow when majesty shines forth,
This heap of fools, who crowding in huge swarms,
Stood at our court gates like a heap of dung,
Reeking and shouting out contagious breath,
Of power to poison all the elements;

This wolf I held by th' ears, and made him tame,
And made him tremble at the Moor's great name:
No, we must combat with a grimmer foe;
That damn'd Mendoza overturns our hopes.
He loves you dearly.

Qu. Mo. By his secret letters

He hath intreated me to leave the court,
And fly into his arms.

Eleaz. The world cannot devise a stratagem Sooner to throw confusion on his pride. Subscribe to his desires, and in dead night Steal to his castle; swear to him his love

Hath drawn you thither; undermine his soul,

And learn what villanies are there laid up;

Then, for your pleasure, walk to take the air:
Near to the castle I'll in ambush lie,
And seem, by force, to take you prisoner :
This done, I have a practice plotted here,
Shall rid him of his life, and us of fear.
About it, madam, this is all in all;
We cannot stand, unless Mendoza fall.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Enter EMANUEL, King of Portugal, PRINCE PHILIP, MENDOZA, ALVERO, with Drums and Soldiers marching.

K. of Port. Poor Spain! how is the body of thy peace

Mangled and torn by an ambitious Moor.
How is thy prince and counsellors abus'd,
And trodden under the base foot of scorn.
Wrong'd lords, Emanuel of Portugal partakes
A falling share in all your miseries;

And though the tardy-hand of slow delay
Withheld us from preventing your mishaps,
Yet shall revenge dart black confusion
Into the bosom of that damned fiend.

Phil. But is it possible our Mother Queen
Should countenance his ambition?

Alv. Her advice is a steersman to direct his

course;

Besides, as we by circumstance have learnt,
She means to marry him.

Phil. Then, here upon my knees,

I pluck allegiance from her; all that love,
Which by innative duty I did owe her,
Shall henceforth be converted into hate.
This will confirm the world's opinion
That I am base born, and the damned Moor
Had interest in my birth; this wrong alone
Gives new fire to the cinders of my rage;