Still gushing from the conduit-head of Spain.
To thee, that never blushest, though thy cheeks
Are full of blood, O Saint Revenge, to thee
I consecrate my murders, all my stabs,
My bloody labours, tortures, stratagems,
The volume of all wounds that wound from me;
Mine is the stage, thine is the tragedy.
Where am I now? Oh! at the prison; true.
Zarack and Baltazar, come hither; see,
Survey my library. I study, ah,
Whilst you two sleep; marry, 'tis villany.
Here's a good book, Zarack, behold it well,
It's deeply written, for 'twas made in hell:
Now, Baltazar, a better book for thee;
But, for myself, this, this, the best of all;
And therefore do I claim it 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,
Shall have a dagger sticking at his heart.
But in my room I'll set the cardinal,
And he shall preach repentance to them all.
Ha, ha, ha.
Phil. Damnation tickles him; he laughs again.
Philip must stand there and bleed to death.
Well, villain, I only laugh to see
That we shall live to outlaugh him and thee. Eleaz. Oh! fit, fit, fit! stay, a rare jest! rare jest!
Zarack, suppose thou art Hortenzo now;
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.
Eleaz. Aye, Hortenzo,
He shall hang here i'faith; come, Zarack, come,
And, Baltazar, take thou Philippo's room:
First let me see you plac'd.
Phil. We're plac'd.
Eleaz. Slaves; ha, ha, ha.
You are but players, they must end the play;
How like Hortenzo and Philippo! ha!
Stand my two slaves, were they as black as you.
Well, Zarack, I'll unfix thee first of all,
Thou shalt help me to play the cardinal:
This iron engine on his head I'll clap,
Like a pope's mitre or a cardinal's cap;
Then manacle his hands, as thou dost mine;
So, so, I pray thee, Zarack, set him free,
That both of you may stand and laugh at me.
Phil. "Tis fine, i'faith; call in more company;
Alvero, Roderigo, and the rest:
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.
Eleaz. Unmanacle my hands I say.
Phil. Then shall we mar our mirth, and spoil
Alv. (Within.) Alvero.
Phil. Let Alvero in.
Eleaz. And let me out.
Phil. I thank you for that flout*;
To let Alvero in, and let
Eleaz. Villains! slaves! am not I your lord, the Moor,
Qu. Mo. And the devil of hell;
And more than that, and Eleazar too.
Eleaz. And devil's dam, what do I here with you?
Qu. Mo. My tongue shall torture thee.
Eleaz. I know thee then
All women's tongues are tortures unto men.
Qu. Mo. Spaniards, this was the villain; this is he,
Who through inticements of alluring lust,
And glory, which makes silly women proud
And men malicious, did incense my spirit
Beyond the limits of a woman's mind
To wrong myself, and that lord cardinal;
And that which sticks more near unto my blood,
He that was nearest to my blood, my son,
To dispossess him of his right by wrong:
Oh! that I might embrace him on this breast,
Which did enclose him when he first was born:
No greater happiness can heaven show'r upon me,
Than to circle in these arms of mine
That son, whose royal blood I did defame,
To crown with honour an ambitious Moor.
* "For that flout,"-for that piece of mockery.
Phil. Thus then thy happiness is complete;
Behold thy Philip ransom'd from that prison,
In which the Moor had cloistered him.
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! Where's Zarack? Where's Baltazar?
What have you done with them?
Phil. They're gone to Pluto's kingdom, to provide
A place for thee, and to attend thee there;
But, lest they should be tir'd with too long
Expecting hopes; come, brave spirits of Spain,
This is the Moor, the actor of these evils;
Thus thrust him down to act among the devils.
[Stabs him..
Eleaz. And am I thus dispatch'd!
Had I but breath'd the space of one hour longer,
I would have fully acted my revenge:
But oh! now pallid death bids me prepare,
And haste to Charon for to be his fare.
I come, I come: but ere my glass is run,
I'll curse you all; and cursing end my life.
May'st thou, lascivious queen, whose damn’d
Bewitch'd me to the circle of thy arms,
Unpity'd die, consum'd with loathed lust,
Which thy venereous mind hath basely nurs'd;
And for you, Philip, may your days be long,
But clouded with perpetual misery:
May thou, Hortenzo, and thy Isabel,
Be fetch'd alive by furies into hell,
There to be damn'd for ever.
Devils, come claim your right, and when I am
Confin'd within your kingdom, then shall I
Out-act you all in perfect villany.
[Dies. Phil. Take down his body while his blood
His acts are past, and our last act is done.
Now do I challenge my hereditary right
To the royal Spanish throne, usurp'd by him,
In which, in all your sights, I thus do plant myself.
Lord Cardinal, and you the queen my mother,
I pardon all those crimes you have committed.
Qu. Mo. I'll now repose myself in peaceful rest,
And fly unto some solitary residence,
Where I'll spin out the remnant of my life
In true contrition for my past offences.
Phil. And now, Hortenzo, to close up your wound,
I here contract my sister unto thee,
With comic joy to end a tragedy.
And for the barbarous Moor, and his black train,
Let all the Moors be banished from Spain.
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