And bids me come away: I must! I must! Though kings be gods on earth, they turn to dust. Is not Prince Philip come from Portugal ? ROD. The prince, as yet, is not return'd, my lord. K. PHIL. Commend me to him if I ne'er behold my body; Though worms do make no difference of flesh, According to the custom of the land; Then place my bones within that brazen shrine, FERN. His grace doth faint, Help me, my lords, softly to raise him up. Enter ELEAZAR, and stands sadly by. K. PHIL. Lift me not up, I shortly must go When a few dribbling minutes have run out, Mine hour's ended. King of Spain farewell! You all acknowledge him your sovereign ? down. ALL. When you are dead we will acknowledge him. K. PHIL. Govern this kingdom well; to be a king Is given to many; but to govern well, Granted to few. Have care to Isabel, Her virtue was King Philip's looking-glass; And lay me up in earth, let them crown you. FERN. Yonder, with cross'd arms, stands he malcontent. K. PHIL. I do commend him to thee for a man I trust he'll be a father to thy youth. K. PHIL. Let none with a distracted voice [Dies. MEND. As yet his soul's not from her temple gone, Therefore forbear loud lamentation. Q. Mo. Oh! he's dead, he's dead! lament and die ! In her king's end begins Spain's misery. ISA. He shall not end so soon. Father, dear father! FERN. Forbear, sweet Isabella! shrieks are vain. ISA. You cry forbear; you, by his loss of breath, Have won a kingdom, you may cry forbear: Where I will languish in eternal woe. HORTEN. Nay, gentle love! ISA. Talk not of love to me, The world and the world's pride henceforth I'll scorn. [Exit. HORTEN. My love shall follow thee; if thou deny'st To live with poor Hortenzo as his wife, I'll never change my love, but change my life. Enter PHILIP hastily. PHIL. I know he is not dead; I know proud death Durst not behold such sacred majesty. Why stand you thus distracted? Mother! brother! Hating a partner, shall be sent alone. PHIL. Oh, happy father! miserable son ! Philip is gone to joy, Philip's forlorn, He dies to live, my life with woe is torn. Q. Mo. Sweet son! [Exit. PHIL. Sweet mother: Oh! how I now do shame To lay on one so foul, so fair a name : Had you been a true mother, a true wife, My father, whilst he liv'd, tir'd his strong arms Whilst you at home, suffer'd his bed-chamber And wanton red-cheek'd boys to be her bawds; PHIL. Villain ! 'tis thee, Thou hell-begotten fiend; at thee I stare! Q. Mo. Philip, thou art a villain to dishonour me. PHIL. Mother, I am no villain; 'tis this villain Dishonours you and me, dishonours Spain, Dishonours all these lords; this devil is he, That ELEAZ. What! oh, pardon me! I must throw off All chains of duty wert thou ten kings sons; Had I as many souls as I have sins, As this from hence, so they from this should fly, In just revenge of this indignity. [He draws: the lords interpose. PHIL. Give way! or I'll make way upon your bosoms. ELEAZ. Did my dear sovereign live, sirrah, that tongue Q. Mo. Did but King Philip live, traitor, I'd tell PHIL. A tale that should rid both your souls to hell. Tell Philip's ghost, that Philip tells his queen, ELEAZ. Words insupportable! dost hear me, boy? Q. Mo. Stand you all still, and see me thus trod down? PHIL. Stand you all still, yet let this devil stand here? MEND. Forbear, sweet prince: Eleazar, I am now Protector to Fernando, King of Spain; By that authority, and by consent Of all those royalties thou holdst in Spain. Q. Mo. Cardinal, who lends thee this commission? ELEAZ. Cardinal, I'll shorten thee by the head for this. |