Eleaz. Coy!

Were you as hard as flint, oh! you should yield
Like soften'd wax; were you as pure as fire,
I'd touch you; yes, I'll taint you: see you this,
I'll bring you to this lure.

Isa. If I want hands

To kill myself before thou do'st it, do.

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

Is 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 lust.

Eleaz. Do.

Isa. Touch me not; these knives-
Eleaz. Ah, ab: kill yourself,

Because I jest 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.

Isa. 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

HORTENZO, QUEEN MOTHER, CARDINAL, 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? Baltaz. Many do borrow chains, but you have this,

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 queen, 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, 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 staid,
And thou who did'st betray me art betray'd.
A plague upon you all!

Card. 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.

Qu. 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.

SCENE V.

Enter ELEAZAR, ISABELLA, ZARACK, and BAL

TAZAR.

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 be!
Hah! they are they i'faith; see, see, see, see.

All. Moor, devil, toad, serpent!

Eleaz. Oh, sweet airs, sweet voices!
Isa. Oh, my Hortenzo!

Eleaz. Do not these birds sing sweetly, Isabella? Oh! how their spirits would leap aloft and spring, Had they their throats at liberty to sing!

Phil. Damnation dog thee.
Card. Furies follow thee.

Qu. 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? I'll 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.

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; he's gone.

Eleaz. So him next, he next, and next him; and then

All. Worse than damnation! fiend, monster of men!

Eleaz. Why, when? Down, down!

Card. Slave, as thou thrust me down

Into this dungeon, so sink thou to hell.
Qu. Mo. Amen, amen.

Eleaz. Together so; and you.

Isa. O pity my Hortenzo!

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, Mad them with villainous sounds.

[Exeunt Zarack and Baltazar.

Eleaz. About it: music will do well in woe.

How like you this?

Isa. Set my Hortenzo free,

And I'll like any thing.

Eleaz. A fool, a fool.

"Amain," with force, vigour, energy, vehemence.