Volume Ii Part 24 (2/2)

_Osm_. Wait till your Eyes inform you.

_Card_. Good G.o.ds! what mean'st thou?

_Osm_. Sir, arm your Hand with this.

[_Gives_ Phil. _a Sword, goes to undo_ Alonzo.

_Zar_. Thou art half-d.a.m.n'd for this!

I'll to my Prince--

_Phil_. I'll stop you on your way--lie there--your Tongue [_Kills him_.

Shall tell no Tales to day--Now, Cardinal--but hold, I scorn to strike thee whilst thou art unarm'd, Yet so thou didst to me; For which I have not leisure now to kill thee.

--Here, take thy Liberty;--nay, do not thank me; By Heaven, I do not mean it as a Grace.

_Osm_. My Lord, take this-- [_To_ Alon. _and the_ Card.

And this--to arm your Highness.

_Alon_. Thou dost amaze me!

_Osm_. Keep in your Wonder with your Doubts, my Lord.

_Phil_. We cannot doubt, whilst we're thus fortify'd-- [_Looks on his Sword_.

Come, _Osmin_, let us fall upon the Guards.

_Osm_. There are no Guards, great Sir, but what are yours; And see--your Friends I've brought to serve ye too.

[_Opens a back Door.

_Enter_ Leonora _and Women_, Ordonio, Sebastian, Antonio, _etc_.

_Phil_. My dearest Sister safe!

_Leon_. Whilst in your Presence, Sir, and you thus arm'd.

_Osm_. The Moor approaches,--now be ready all.

_Phil_. That Name I never heard with Joy till now; Let him come on, and arm'd with all his Powers, Thus singly I defy him. [_Draws_.

_Enter_ Abdelazer.

[Osmin _secures the Doors_.

_Abd_. Hah! betray'd! and by my Slaves! by _Osmin_ too!

_Phil_. Now, thou d.a.m.n'd Villain! true-born Soul of h.e.l.l!

Not one of thy infernal Kin shall save thee.

_Abd_. Base Coward Prince!

Whom the admiring World mistakes for Brave; When all thy boasted Valour, fierce and hot As was thy Mother in her height of l.u.s.t, Can with the aid of all these--treacherous Swords, Take but a single Life; but such a Life, As amongst all their Store the envying G.o.ds Have not another such to breathe in Man.

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