Volume Xiv Part 47 (1/2)

PHIL. Then I profess, ay, and protest it too, That here's for him; what will not Philip do!

HOR. See where he comes.

_Enter the two Moors._

BAL. Zarack, what do I see?

Hortenzo and Philippo? who did this?

ZAR. I, Balthazar.

BAL. Thou art half-d.a.m.n'd for it;[75]

I'll to my lord.

ZAR. I'll stop you on your way; Lie there, thy tongue shall tell no tales to-day.

[_Stabs him._

PHIL. Nor thine to-morrow: this revenge was well.

[_Stabs him._

By this time both the slaves shake hands in h.e.l.l.

ISA. Philippo and Hortenzo, stand you still?

What, doat you both? Cannot you see your play?

Well fare a woman then to lead the way.

Once rob the dead; put the Moors' habits on, And paint your faces with the oil of h.e.l.l: So, waiting on the tyrant----

PHIL. Come, no more, 'Tis here and here: room there below; stand wide, Bury them well, since they so G.o.dly died.

HOR. Away then, fate: now let revenge be plac'd.

PHIL. Here.

HOR. And here; a tyrant's blood doth sweetly taste.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE VI.

_Enter_ ELEAZAR, ALVERO, RODERIGO, CHRISTOFERO, _and other Lords_.

ELE. What, I imprison! Who?

ALL. Philip and Hortenzo.

ELE. Philip and Hortenzo! ha, ha, ha!

ROD. Why laughs the Moor?

ELE. I laugh, because you jest: Laugh at a jest. Who, I imprison them?