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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.
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!
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.
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! arm!
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 counter
mines 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
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,
Qu. Mo. By his secret letters
Eleaz. The world cannot devise a stratagem
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter EMANUEL, King of Portugal, PRINCE
PHILIP, MENDOZA, ALVERO, with Drums and
Phil. But is it possible our Mother Queen
Phil. Then, here upon my knees,
alone Gives new fire to the cinders of niy rage ;