Still gushing from the conduit-head of Spain. Whilst you two sleep; marry, 'tis villany. Where thou stand'st now there must Hortenzo hang, Like Tantalus in a maw-eating pang. There, Baltazar, must Prince Philip stand, And he shall preach repentance to them all. Phil. Damnation tickles him; he laughs again. 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; I 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, Phil. We're plac'd. Eleaz. Slaves; ha, ha, ha. You are but players, they must end the play; 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. Who knocks? [Knocking, Eleaz. Unmanacle my hands I say. Phil. Then shall we mar our mirth, and spoil the play. Who knocks? [Knocking again. Alv. (Within.) Alvero. Phil. Let Alvero in. Eleaz. And let me out. Enter all below. Phil. I thank you for that flout*; To let Alvero in, and let you out. Eleaz. Villains! slaves! am not I your lord, the Moor, And Eleazar? 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. ; All women's tongues are tortures unto men. Qu. Mo. Spaniards, this was the villain; this is he, Who through inticements of alluring lust, That son, whose royal blood I did defame, * "For that flout,"-for that piece of mockery. Phil. Thus then thy happiness is complete; [Embraces her. Behold thy Philip ransom'd from that prison, Eleaz. Then am I betrayed and cozen'd. 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; Eleaz. And am I thus dispatch'd! 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, charms Bewitch'd me to the circle of thy arms, Which thy venereous mind hath basely nurs'd; May thou, Hortenzo, and thy Isabel, Be fetch'd alive by furies into hell, Oh! I faint; Devils, come claim your right, and when I am [Dies. Phil. Take down his body while his blood streams forth; His acts are past, and our last act is done. Where I'll spin out the remnant of my life Phil. And now, Hortenzo, to close up your wound, I here contract my sister unto thee, And for the barbarous Moor, and his black train, FINIS. |