_Phil_. Oh, she"s too foul for one or t"other t.i.tle.
_Qu_. How, Sir, do you not know me?
_Phil_. When you were just, I did, And with a Reverence, such as we pay Heav"n, I paid my awful Duty;-- But as you have abus"d my Royal Father, For such a Sin the basest of your Slaves Wou"d blush to call you Mother.
_Qu_. What means my Son?
_Phil_. Son! by Heav"n, I scorn the t.i.tle.
_Qu_. Oh Insolence!--out of my sight, rude Boy.
_Phil_. We must not part so, Madam; I first must let you know your Sin and Shame;-- Nay, hear me calmly--for, by Heav"n, you shall-- My Father whilst he liv"d, tir"d his strong Arm With numerous Battles "gainst the Enemy, Wasting his Brains in warlike Stratagems; To bring Confusion on the faithless Moors, Whilst you, lull"d in soft Peace at home, betray"d His Name to everlasting Infamy; Suffer"d his Bed to be defil"d with l.u.s.t, Gave up your self, your Honour, and your Vows, To wanton in yon sooty Lecher"s Arms.
[_Points to_ Abd.
_Abd_. Me, dost thou mean?
_Phil_. Yes, Villain, thee, thou h.e.l.l-begotten Fiend, "Tis thee I mean.
_Qu_. Oh most unnatural, to dishonour me!
_Phil_. That Dog you mean, that has dishonour"d you, Dishonour"d me, these Lords, nay, and all Spain; This Devil"s he, that--
_Abd_. That--what--Oh pardon me if I throw off All Ties of Duty:--wert thou ten King"s Sons, And I as many Souls as I have Sins, Thus I would hazard all.
[Draws, they all run between.
_Phil_. Stand off--or I"ll make way upon thy Bosom.
_Abd_. How got you, Sir, this daring?
_Phil_. From injur"d _Philip"s_ Death, Who, whilst he liv"d, unjustly cherish"d thee, And set thee up beyond the reach of Fate; Blind with thy brutal Valor, deaf with thy Flatteries, Discover"d not the Treason thou didst act, Nor none durst let him know "em--but did he live, I wou"d aloud proclaim them in his Ears.
_Abd_. You durst as well been d.a.m.n"d.
_Phil_. h.e.l.l seize me if I want Revenge for this-- Not dare!
Arise, thou injur"d Ghost of my dead King, And thro thy dreadful Paleness dart a Horror, May fright this pair of Vipers from their Sins.
_Abd_. Oh insupportable! dost hear me, Boy?
_Qu_. Are ye all mute, and hear me thus upbraided?
[_To the Lords_.
_Phil_. Dare ye detain me whilst the Traitor braves me?
_Men_. Forbear, my Prince, keep in that n.o.ble Heat That shou"d be better us"d than on a Slave.
_Abd_. You politick Cheat--
_Men. Abdelazer_-- By the Authority of my Government, Which yet I hold over the King of _Spain_, By Warrant of a Council from the Peers, And (as an Unbeliever) from the Church, I utterly deprive thee of that Greatness, Those Offices and Trusts you hold in _Spain_.
_Abd_. Cardinal--who lent thee this Commission?
Grandees of Spain, do you consent to this?
_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.