Hark! hush, you squaller! Dear love, look up:
Our chamber-window stares into the court,
And every wide-mouth'd ear, hearing this news,
Will give alarum to the cuckold king :
I did dissemble when I chid my love,
And that dissembling was to try my love.
Q. Mo Thou call'dst me strumpet.
ELEAZ. I'll tear out my tongue

From this black temple for blaspheming thee.

Q. Mo. And when I woo'd thee but to smile on me, Thou cry'dst away, away, and frown'dst upon me. ELEAZ. Come,

Now I'll kiss thee; now I'll smile upon thee;

Call to thy ashy cheeks their wonted red;

Come, frown not, pout not; smile, smile upon me,
And with my poniard will I stab my flesh,
And quaff carouses to thee of my blood;

Whilst, in moist nectar kisses, thou dost pledge me.
How now, why star'st thou thus ?

Knock. Enter ZARACK.

ZAR. The king is dead!

ELEAZ. Ah! dead!

You hear this? Is't true, is't true? The king dead! Who dare knock thus?

ZAR. It is the cardinal,

Making inquiry if the queen were here.

ELEAZ. See, she's here,-tell him; and yet, Zarack, stay.

Enter BALTAZAR.

BALTAZ. Don Roderigo's come to seek the queen.

ELEAZ. Why should Roderigo seek her here? BALTAZ. The king hath swounded thrice; and being recovered,

Sends up and down the court to seek her grace. ELEAZ. The king was dead with you. [To Zarack.] Run, and with a voice,

Erected high as mine, say thus, thus threaten,
To Roderigo and the cardinal:

Seek no queens here; I'll broach them if they do
Upon my falchion's point:

Again! more knocking!

[Knock again.

ZAR. Your father is at hand, my gracious lord. ELEAZ. Lock all the chambers, bar him out, you

apes:

Hither! a vengeance! stir Eugenia,

You know your old walk under ground; away!
So, down; hie to the king; quick! quick! you squalls,
Crawl with your dam i' th' dark; dear love, farewell;
One day I hope to shut you up in hell.

[Eleazar shuts them in.

Enter ALVERO.

ALV. Son Eleazar, saw you not the queen?

ELEAZ. Hah!

ALV. Was not the queen here with you?
ELEAZ. Queen with me!

Because, my lord, I'm married to your daughter,

You, like your daughter, will grow jealous :

The
queen with me! with me, a Moor, a devil,
A slave of Barbary, a dog; for so

Your silken courtiers christen me: but, father,
Although my flesh be tawny, in my veins
Runs blood as red, as royal, as the best
And proudest in Spain; there does, old man.
My father, who with his empire lost his life,
And left me captive to a Spanish tyrant ;-
Oh!

Go tell him; Spanish tyrant! tell him, do.
He that can lose a kingdom, and not raye,
He's a tame jade; I am not: tell old Philip
I call him tyrant; here's a sword and arms,
A heart, a head, and so, pish !—'tis but death.
Old fellow, she's not here: but ere I die,

Sword, I'll bequeath thee a rich legacy.

ALV. Watch fitter hours to think on wrongs than now; Death's frozen hand holds royal Philip's heart; Half of his body lies within a grave;

Then do not now by quarrels shake that state,

Which is already too much ruinate.

Come, and take leave of him before he die.

[Exit.

ELEAZ. I'll follow you. Now purple villany,

Sit like a robe imperial on my back,

That under thee I closelier may contrive
My vengeance; foul deeds hid, do sweetly thrive.
Mischief erect thy throne and sit in state,
Here, here upon this head; let fools fear fate,-

Thus I defy my stars: I care not, I,

How low I tumble down, so I mount high:

Old Time, I'll wait bare-headed at thy heels,

And be a foot-boy to thy winged hours;
They shall not tell one minute out in sands,
But I'll set down the number; I'll still wake
And waste these balls of sight, by tossing them
In busy observations upon thee,

Sweet opportunity! I'll bind myself

To thee in base apprenticehood so long,
Till on thy naked scalp grow hair as thick
As mine, and all hands shall lay hold on thee,
If thou wilt lend me but thy rusty scythe,
To cut down all that stand within my wrongs
And my revenge. Love, dance in twenty forms
Upon my beauty, that this Spanish dame

May be bewitch'd and doat; her amorous flames
Shall blow up the old king, consume his sons,
And make all Spain a bonfire.

This tragedy being acted, hers doth begin;
To shed a harlot's blood can be no sin.

SCENE II.

[Exit.

The curtain being drawn, there appears in his bed KING PHILIP, with his Lords; the PRINCESS ISABELLA at the feet; MENDOZA, ALVERO, HORTENZO, FERNANDO, RODERIGO; to them enter the QUEEN in haste.

Q. Mo. Whose was that screech-owl's voice, that,
like the sound

Of a hell-tortur'd soul, rung through mine ears
Nothing but horrid shrieks, nothing but death?
Whilst I, vailing my knees to the cold earth,

Drowning my withered cheeks in my warm tears,
And stretching out my arms to pull from heaven
Health for the royal majesty of Spain,

All cried, the majesty of Spain is dead!

That last word, dead, struck through the echoing air,
Rebounded on my heart, and smote me down
Breathless to the cold earth, and made me leave
My prayers for Philip's life; but, thanks to heaven,
I see him live, and lives, I hope, to see

Unnumber'd years, to guide this empery.

K. PHIL. The number of my years ends in one day : Ere this sun's down, all a king's glory sets, For all our lives are but death counterfeits. Father Mendoza, and you peers of Spain, Dry your wet eyes; for sorrow wanteth force, T' inspire a breathing soul in a dead corse; Such is your king. Where's Isabel our daughter? MEND. At your bed's feet, confounded in her tears. K. PHIL. She of your grief the heaviest burthen bears;

You can but lose a king, but she a father.

Q. Mo. She bear the heaviest burthen! Oh! say rather

I bear, and am borne down; my sorrowing

Is for a husband's loss, loss of a king.

K. PHIL. No more. Alvero, call the princess hither. ALV. Madam, his majesty doth call for you. K. PHIL. Come hither, Isabella! reach a hand,Yet now it shall not need: instead of thine, Death, shoving thee back, clasps his hands in mine,