Part 40 (2/2)

1ST SOL. Yet, my lord, I have seen lame soldiers not worth the crutches they leant upon; hands and arms, quoth-he! Zounds! not I. I'll double my files, or stand sentry, or so; but I'll be hanged and quartered, before I'll have my members cut off.

2D SOL. And I too: hold thee there.

PHIL. Hold you both there; away, you rogues, you dirt!

[_Beats them both in._

Thus do I tread upon you; out, begone!

One valiant is an host: fight then alone.

_Enter_ CARDINAL, ALVERO, CHRISTOFERO, _and Soldiers_.

CAR. Prince Philip.

PHIL. For the crown of Spain, come all.

CAR. We come in love and peace.

PHIL. But come in war; Bring naked swords, not laurel boughs, in peace!

Plague on your rank peace! will you fight and cry, Down with the Moor? and then I'm yours; I'll die.

I have a heart, two arms, a soul, a head; I'll lay that down; I'll venture all--'sfoot, all!

Come, tread upon me, so that Moor may fall.

CAR. By heaven, that Moor shall fall.

PHIL. Thy hand and thine.

[_Flings down his weapons._

Give me but half your hearts, you have all mine; By heaven, shall he fall?

CAR. Yes, upon thee, Like to the ruins of a tower, to grind Thy body into dust. Traitor and b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I do arrest thee of high treason.

PHIL. Ha!

Traitor and b.a.s.t.a.r.d! and by thee? my weapons!

CAR. Lay hands upon him!

PHIL. Ah! you're best do so.

CAR. Alvero, there's the warrant; to your hands The prisoner is committed. Lords, let's part: Look to him, on your life.

[_Exeunt_ CARDINAL, _&c._

_Manent_ PHILIP _and_ ALVERO.

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