1ST STINK. How? mean you by the ears?
CRAB. No, but compare them.
COLE. Do but compare them.
2D STINK. Zounds! we say again, comparisons are odious.
1ST STINK. 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!
[_Exeunt._
SCENE VI.
_Enter_ ELEAZAR, ZARACK, _and_ BALTHAZAR.
ELE. Zarack and Balthazar, are they despatch'd?
ZAR. We saw 'em sprawl, and turn up the white of the eye.
ELE. 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._
QUEEN-M. O, 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_.
ELE. Are these your fears? Thus blow them into air.
I rushed amongst the thickest of their crowds, And with a countenance majestical, Like the imperious sun, dispers'd their clouds; I have perfumed the rankness of their breath, And by the magic of true eloquence Transform'd this many-headed Cerberus, This pied chamelion, 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 them 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.
QUEEN-M. By his secret letters He hath entreated me to leave the court, And fly into his arms.
ELE. 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.
[_Exeunt._
ACT IV., SCENE 1.
_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 councillors 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 as 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; I may be well transform'd from what I am, When a black devil is husband to my dam.
K. OF PORT. Prince, let thy rage give way to patience, And set a velvet brow upon the face Of wrinkled anger: our keen swords Must right these wrongs, and not light airy words.
PHIL. Yet words may make the edge of rage more sharp, And whet a blunted courage with revenge.
ALV. Here's none wants whetting, for our keen resolves Are steel'd unto the back with double wrongs; Wrongs that would make a handless man take arms: Wrongs that would make a coward resolute.
CAR. Why, then, join all our several wrongs in one, And from these wrongs assume a firm resolve To send this devil to damnation.
[_Drums afar off._
PHIL. I hear the sound of his approaching march.
Stand fair; Saint Jacques for the right of Spain!
_Enter the_ MOOR, RODERIGO, CHRISTOFERO, _with drums, colours, and soldiers marching bravely_.
ELE. Bastard of Spain!
PHIL. Thou true-stamp'd son of hell, Thy pedigree is written in thy face.
[_Alarum and a battle; the_ MOOR _prevails: all exeunt_.
SCENE II.
_Enter_ PHILIP _and_ CARDINAL.
PHIL. Move forward with your main battalion, Or else all's lost.
CAR. I will not move a foot.
PHIL. S'heart! will you lose the day?
CAR. You lose your wits, You're mad; it is no policy.