Volume Xiv Part 47 (2/2)

I prize their lives with weights, their necks with chains, Their hands with manacles! do I all this?

Because my face is in night's colour dyed, Think you my conscience and my soul is so?

Black faces may have hearts as white as snow; And 'tis a general rule in moral schools,[76]

The whitest faces have the blackest souls.

ALV. But touching my Hortenzo----

ELE. Good old man, I never touch'd him; do not touch me then With thy Hortenzo.

CHRIS. Where's Philip too?

ELE. And where is Philip too?

I pray, I pray, is Philip a tame Spaniard?

What, can I Philip him hither, hither make him fly?

First, where's Hortenzo? Where's Philip too?

ROD. And where is Isabel? She was with you.

ELE. And where is Isabel? She was with me!

_Enter_ PHILIP _and_ HORTENZO, _like Moors_.

And so are you; yet are you well, you see: But in good time, see where their keepers come.

Come hither, Zarack; Balthazar, come hither: Zarack, old Lord Alvero asks of thee Where young Hortenzo is.

HOR. My lord, set free.

ELE. O, is he so? Come hither, Balthazar: Lord Christofero here would ask of thee Where Prince Philippo is.

PHIL. My lord, set free.

ELE. O, is he so?

Roderigo asketh me for Isabel.

PHIL. I say, my lord, she's free.

ELE. O, is she so?

PHIL. Believe me, lords.

HOR. And me.

PHIL. I set Philippo----

HOR. I, Hortenzo free.

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