Volume Ii Part 13 (2/2)

_King_. The Devil's not yet ready for his Soul, And will not claim his due.--Oh, I am wounded. [_Falls_.

_Abd_. No doubt on't, Sir, these are no Wounds of Love.

_King_. Whate'er they be, you might have spar'd 'em now, Since those _Florella_ give me were sufficient: --And yet a little longer, fixing thus Thou'dst seen me turn to Earth, without thy aid.

_Florella!--Florella!_--is thy Soul fled so far It cannot answer me, and call me on?

And yet like dying Ecchoes in my Ears, I hear thee cry, my Love--I come--I come, fair Soul.

--Thus at thy Feet--my Heart shall bleeding--lie.

Who since it liv'd for thee--for thee--will die. [_Dies_.

_Abd_. So--thou art gone--there was a King but now, And now a senseless, dull, and breathless nothing.

[_A noise of fighting without_.

_Enter_ Queen _running_.

_Qu_. Oh Heavens! my Son--the King, the King is kill'd!-- Yet I must save his Murderer:--Fly, my Moor;

_Alonzo_, Sir, a.s.sisted by some Friends, Has set upon your Guards, And with resistless Fury is making hither.

_Abd_. Let him come on.

_Enter Alonzo and others, led in by Osmin, Zarrack, and Moors_.

Oh, are you fast?

[_Takes away their Swords_.

_Alon_. What mean'st thou, Villain?

_Abd_. To put your Swords to better uses, Sir, Than to defend the cause of Ravishers.

_Alon_. Oh Heavens, the King is murder'd!

_Abd_. Look on that Object, Thy Sister and my Wife, who's doubly murder'd, First in her spotless Honour, then her Life.

_Alon_. Heaven is more guilty than the King in this.

_Qu_. My Lords, be calm; and since your King is murder'd.

Think of your own dear Safeties; chuse a new King, That may defend you from the Tyrant's Rage.

_Alon_. Who should we chuse? Prince _Philip_ is our King.

_Abd_. By Heaven, but _Philip_ shall not be my King; _Philip's_ a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and Traytor to his Country: He braves us with an Army at our Walls, Threatning the Kingdom with a fatal Ruin.

And who shall lead you forth to Conquest now, But _Abdelazer_, whose Sword reap'd Victory, As oft as 'twas unsheath'd?--and all for _Spain_ --How many Laurels has this Head adorn'd?

Witness the many Battles I have won; In which I've emptied all my youthful Veins!-- And all for _Spain!_--ungrateful of my Favours!

--I do not boast my Birth, Nor will not urge to you my Kingdom's Ruin; But loss of Blood, and numerous Wounds receiv'd-- And still for _Spain!_-- And can you think, that after all my Toils, I wou'd be still a Slave?--to b.a.s.t.a.r.d _Philip_ too?

That dangerous Foe, who with the Cardinal, Threatens with Fire and Sword.--I'll quench those Flames, Such an esteem I still preserve for _Spain_.

_Alon_. What means this long Harangue? what does it aim at?

_Abd_. To be Protector of the Crown of _Spain_, Till we agree about a lawful Successor.

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