Volume Ii Part 17 (2/2)

That I, and thou have lost the hopeful'st Day--

_Sebast_. Great Sir, I'm glad that you came off alive.

_Phil_. Thou hast a lean Face--and a carrion Heart-- A plague upon the Moor, and thee--Oh, _Alonzo_, To run away--follow'd by all the Army!

Oh, I cou'd tear my Hair, and curse my Soul to Air!

--Cardinal--thou Traitor, _Judas_, that would'st sell Thy G.o.d again, as thou hast done thy Prince.

--But come--we're yet a few, And we will fight till there be left but one-- If I prove him, I'll die a glorious death.

Ant. Yes, but the Cardinal has took pious Care It shall be in our Beds.

_Sebast_. We are as bad as one already, Sir; for all our Fellows are crawl'd home, some with ne'er a Leg, others with ne'er a Arm, some with their Brains beat out, and glad they escaped so.

_Phil_. But, my dear Countrymen, you'll stick to me.

_1 Sold_. Ay, wou'd I were well off-- [_Aside_.

_Phil_. Speak, stout _Sceva_, wilt thou not?

_1 Sold. Sceva_, Sir, who's that?

_Phil_. A gallant _Roman_, that fought by _Caesar's_ side, Till all his Body cover'd o'er with Arrows, Shew'd like a monstrous Porcupine.

_1 Sold_. And did he die, Sir?

_Phil_. He wou'd not but have dy'd for Caesar's Empire.

_1 Sold_. Hah--why, Sir, I'm none of _Sceva_, but honest _Diego_, yet would as willingly die as he, but that I have a Wife and Children; and if I die they beg.

_Phil_. For every drop of Blood which thou shalt lose, I'll give thy Wife--a Diadem.

_Sold_. Stark mad, as I am valiant!

_Enter_ Card. _Officers and Soldiers_: Philip _offers to run on him, is held by_ Alonzo.

_Phil_. Oh Heav'n! is not that the Cardinal?

Traitor, how dar'st thou tempt my Rage, and Justice?

_Card_. Your Pardon, Sir, I come in humble Love To offer happy Peace.

_Phil_. Was that thy aim when base Retreat was sounded?

Oh, thou false Cardinal--let me go, _Alonzo_-- Death! offer happy Peace! no, offer War, Bring Fire and Sword--h.e.l.l and d.a.m.nation-Peace!

Oh, d.a.m.n your musty Peace--No, will you fight and cry, Down with the Moor! and then I'll die in peace.

I have a Heart, two Arms, a Soul, a Head, I'll hazard these--I can but hazard all-- Come--I will kneel to thee--and be thy Slave-- [_Kneels_.

I'll let thee tread on me, do any thing, So this d.a.m.n'd Moor may fall.

_Card_. Yes, Sir, he shall--

_Phil_. G.o.ds! shall he--thy n.o.ble Hand upon't, And for this Promise, take my grateful Heart.

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