Volume Ii Part 3 (2/2)

_All_. We do.

_Alon_. What Reason for it? let his Faith be try'd.

_Men_. It needs no tryal, the Proofs are evident, And his Religion was his Veil for Treason.

_Alon_. Why should you question his Religion, Sir?

He does profess Christianity.

_Men_. Yes, witness his Habit which he still retains In scorn to ours-- His Principles are too as unalterable.

_Abd_. Is that the only Argument you bring?

I tell thee, Cardinal, not thy Holy Gown Covers a Soul more sanctify'd than this Moorish Robe.

_Phil_. d.a.m.n his Religion--he has a thousand Crimes That will yet better justify your Sentence.

_Men_. Come not within the Court; for if you do, Worse mischief shall ensue--you have your Sentence.

[_Ex_. Phil, _and_ Men.

_Alon_. My Brother banish'd! 'tis very sudden; For thy sake, Sister, this must be recall'd. [_To_ Flor.

_Qu. Alonzo_, join with me, I'll to the King, And check the Pride of this insulting Cardinal.

[_Exeunt all, except_ Abdelazer, Florella.

_Abd_. Banish'd! if I digest this Gall, May Cowards pluck the Wreath from off my Brow, Which I have purchas'd with so many Wounds, And all for Spain; for _Spain_! ingrateful _Spain_!-- Oh, my _Florella_, all my Glory's vanish'd, The Cardinal (Oh d.a.m.n him) wou'd have me banish'd.

_Flor_. But, Sir, I hope you will not tamely go.

_Abd_. Tamely!--ha, ha, ha,--yes, by all means-- A very honest and religious Cardinal!

_Flor_. I wou'd not for the World you should be banish'd.

_Abd_. Not Spain, you mean--for then she leaves the King. [_Aside_.

What if I be?--Fools! not to know--All parts o' th' World Allow enough for Villany; for I'll be brave no more.

It is a Crime--and then I can live any where-- But say I go from hence--I leave behind me A Cardinal that will laugh--I leave behind me A _Philip_ that will clap his Hands in sport-- But the worst Wound is this, I leave my Wrongs, Dishonours, and my Discontents, all unreveng'd-- Leave me, _Florella_--prithee do not weep; I love thee, love thee wondrously--go leave me-- I am not now at leisure to be fond-- Go to your Chamber--go.

_Flor_. No, to the King I'll fly, And beg him to revenge thy Infamy. [_Ex_. Flor.

_To him_ Alonzo.

_Alon_. The Cardinal's mad to have thee banish'd Spain.

I've left the Queen in angry Contradiction, But yet I fear the Cardinal's Reasoning.

_Abd_. This Prince's Hate proceeds from Love, He's jealous of the Queen, and fears my Power. [_Aside_.

_Alon_. Come, rouse thy wonted Spirits, awake thy Soul, And arm thy Justice with a brave Revenge.

_Abd_. I'll arm no Justice with a brave Revenge.

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