Volume Ii Part 9 (1/2)

_Phil_. Because he gives me Cause, and that in Publick.

And, Sir, I was not born to bear with Insolence; I saw him dart Revenge from both his Eyes, And bite his angry Lip between his Teeth, To keep his Jealousy from breaking forth, Which, when it does--stand fast, my King.

_King_. But, _Philip_, we will find a way to check him; Till when we must dissemble--take my Counsel--Good night.

_Phil_. I cannot, nor I will not--yet good Night.

[_Exit_ King, _and all but_ Philip's _Party_.

Well, Friends, I see the King will sleep away his Anger, And tamely see us murder'd by this Moor; But I'll be active, Boys-- Therefore, _Antonio_, you command the Horse; Get what more Numbers to our Cause you can: 'Tis a good Cause, and will advance our Credit.

We will awake this King out of his Lethargy of Love, And make him absolute--Go to your Charge, And early in the Morning I'll be with you-- [_Ex. all but_ Phil.

If all fail, Portugal shall be my Refuge, Those whom so late I conquer'd, shall protect me-- But this Alanzo I shou'd make an Interest in; Cou'd I but flatter--'tis a Youth that's brave.

_Enter_ Cardinal _in haste_.

_Men_. Fly, fly, my Prince, we are betray'd and lost else.

_Phil_. Betray'd and lost! Dreams, idle Coward Dreams.

_Men_. Sir, by my Holy Order, I'm in earnest, And you must either quickly fly, or die; 'Tis so ordain'd--nor have I time to tell By what strange Miracle I learn'd our Fate.

_Phil_. Nor care I, I will stay, and brave it.

_Men_. That, Sir, you shall not, there's no safety here, And 'tis the Army only can secure us.

_Phil_. Where had you this Intelligence?

_Men_. I'll tell you as we go to my Apartment; Where we must put ourselves in Holy Dress; For so the Guards are set in every Place, (And those all Moors, the Slaves of _Abdelazer_) That 'tis impossible in any other Habit to escape.

Come, haste with me, and let us put 'em on.

_Phil_. I had rather stay and kill till I am weary-- Let's to the Queen's Apartment and seize this Moor; I'm sure there the Mongrel's kennel'd.

_Men_. Sir, we lose time in talking--Come with me.

_Phil_. Where be these lousy Gaberdines?

_Men_. I will conduct you to 'em.

_Phil_. Mother--and Moor, farewel, I'll visit you again; and if I do, My black Infernal, I will conjure you.

[_Exeunt_.

ACT III.

SCENE I. _A Gallery in the Palace_.

_Enter_ Abdelazer _and_ Zarrack.

_Zar. Osmin_ (my Lord) by this has done his Task, And _Philip_ is no more among the living: Will you not rest to night?

_Abd_. Is this a time for Sleep and Idleness--dull Slaves?