Volume Xiv Part 36 (1/2)

1ST STINK. How? mean you by the ears?

CRAB. No, but compare them.

COLE. Do but compare them.

2D STINK. Zounds! we say again, comparisons are odious.

1ST STINK. But say on, say on.

[_Pieces go off; friars die._

ALL. Treason! treason! every man s.h.i.+ft for himself. This is Philip's treason. Arm, arm, arm!

[_Exeunt._

SCENE VI.

_Enter_ ELEAZAR, ZARACK, _and_ BALTHAZAR.

ELE. Zarack and Balthazar, are they despatch'd?

ZAR. We saw 'em sprawl, and turn up the white of the eye.

ELE. So shall they perish that lay countermines To cross our high designments: by their habits The cardinal and Philip 'scap'd our nets, And by your hands they tasted our revenge.

_Enter_ QUEEN-MOTHER.

Here comes the queen; away! under our wings You shall stand safe, and brave the proudest kings.

[_Exeunt._

QUEEN-M. O, fly, my Eleazar; save thy life, Else 'point a guard about thee; the mad people, Tempestuous like the sea, run up and down, Some crying _kill the b.a.s.t.a.r.d_, some, _the Moor_; Some cry, _G.o.d save King Philip_; and some cry, _G.o.d save the Moor_, some others, _he shall die_.

ELE. Are these your fears? Thus blow them into air.

I rushed amongst the thickest of their crowds, And with a countenance majestical, Like the imperious sun, dispers'd their clouds; I have perfumed the rankness of their breath, And by the magic of true eloquence Transform'd this many-headed Cerberus, This pied chamelion, this beast mult.i.tude, Whose power consists in number, pride in threats, Yet melt like snow when majesty s.h.i.+nes forth, This heap of fools who, crowding in huge swarms, Stood at our court gates like a heap of dung, Reeking and shouting out contagious breath Of power to poison all the elements-- This wolf I held by th' ears, and made him tame, And made them tremble at the Moor's great name: No, we must combat with a grimmer foe; That d.a.m.n'd Mendoza overturns our hopes.

He loves you dearly.

QUEEN-M. By his secret letters He hath entreated me to leave the court, And fly into his arms.

ELE. The world cannot devise a stratagem Sooner to throw confusion on his pride.

Subscribe to his desires, and in dead night Steal to his castle; swear to him his love Hath drawn you thither; undermine his soul, And learn what villanies are there laid up; Then for your pleasure walk to take the air: Near to the castle I'll in ambush lie, And seem by force to take you prisoner: This done, I have a practice (plotted here) Shall rid him of his life and us of fear.

About it, madam, this is all in all; We cannot stand, unless Mendoza fall.

[_Exeunt._

ACT IV., SCENE 1.