Part 44 (1/2)

ELE. No, I'll speed[71] her myself.

Arm in arm? so, so; look upon this ring; Whoever brings this token to your hands, Regard not for what purpose, seize on them, And chain them to the rest: they come--away!

Murder, be proud; and, tragedy, laugh on, I'll seek a stage for thee to jet[72] upon.

_Enter_ ISABELLA _and_ HORTENZO; _seeing the Moor, they turn back_.

ELE. My lord, my Lord Hortenzo.

HOR. Ah, is't you?

Trust me, I saw you not.

ELE. What makes your grace so sad?

HOR. She grieves for the imprison'd queen her mother And for Philippo; in the sandy heap That wait upon an hour, there are not found So many little bodies, as those sighs And tears which she hath every minute spent, Since her lov'd brother felt imprisonment.

ELE. Pity, great pity; would it lay in me To give him liberty.

ISA. It does.

ELE. In me!

Free him, your mother-queen and cardinal too.

In me? alas! not me; no, no, in you!

Yet, for I'll have my conscience white and pure, Here, madam, take this ring; and if my name Can break down castle-walls and open gates, Take it, and do't; fetch them all forth,--and yet 'Tis unfit you should go.

HOR. That happy office I'll execute myself.

ELE. Will you? Would I Stood gracious in their sight! Well, go: Do what you will: Hortenzo, if this charm Unbinds them, here 'tis: lady, you and I Aloof will follow him, and when we meet, Speak for me, for I'll kiss Philippo's feet.

HOR. I shall be proud to see all reconcil'd.

[_Exit._

ELE. Alas, my lord! why, true; go, go.

ISA. Make haste, dear love.

ELE. Hortenzo is a man Compos'd of sweet proportion; has a foot, A leg, a hand, a face, an eye, a wit-- The best, Hortenzo, in the Spanish court.

O, he's the nonpareil.

ISA. Your tongue had wont To be more sparing in Hortenzo's praise.

ELE. Ah! I may curse his praises, rather ban Mine own nativity: why did this colour Dart in my flesh so far! O, would my face Were of Hortenzo's fas.h.i.+on; else would yours Were as black as mine is.

ISA. Mine like yours? why?

ELE. Hark, I love you; yes, faith, I said this--I love you.

I do--leave him.

ISA. d.a.m.nation! vanish from me.