Volume Xiv Part 29 (2/2)

ELE. Dear,[56] adieu; With this I'll guard her, whilst it stabs at you.

[_Points to his sword._

My lord,[57] the friars are won to join with us.

Be prosperous! about it, Balthazar.

BAL. The watchword?

ELE. O, the word; let it be _Treason_.

When we cry treason, break ope chamber doors: Kill Philip and the cardinal. Hence!

BAL. I fly.

[_Exit._

ELE. Murder, now ride in triumph; darkness, horror, Thus I invoke your aid; your act begin; Night is a glorious robe for th' ugliest sin.

SCENE IV.

_Enter_ COLE _and_ CRAB _in trousers; the_ CARDINAL _in one of their weeds, and_ PHILIP _putting on the other_.

FRIARS. Put on, my lord, and fly, or else you die.

PHIL. I will not, I will die first. Cardinal, Prythee, good cardinal, pluck off, friars; slave!

Murder us two! he shall not, by this sword.

CAR. My lord, you will endanger both our lives.

PHIL. I care not; I'll kill some before I die.

Away! s'heart! take your rags! Moor, devil, come.

FRIARS. My lord, put on, or else----

PHIL. G.o.d's foot! come, help.

CAR. Ambitious villain! Philip, let us fly Into the chamber of the mother-queen.

PHIL. Thunder beat down the lodgings.

CAR. Else Let's break into the chamber of the king.

PHIL. Agreed.

A pox upon these lousy gabardines.

Agreed; I am for you, Moor; stand side by side; Come, hands off; leave your ducking.[58] h.e.l.l cannot fright Their spirits that do desperately fight.

COL. You are too rash, you are too hot; Wild desperateness doth valour blot.

The lodging of the king's beset With staring faces black as jet, And hearts of iron: your deaths are vow'd, If you fly that way; therefore shroud Your body in friar Cole's grey weed; For is't not madness, man, to bleed, When you may 'scape untouch'd away?

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