KING. Both pardon and our favour bids you welcome; And for some satisfaction for your wrongs, We here create you Salamanca's Duke: But first, as a true sign all grudges die, Shake hands with Eleazar, and be friends; This union pleaseth us. Now, brother Philip, You are included in this league of love, So is Roderigo. To forget all wrongs, Your castle for awhile shall bid us welcome; Eleazar, shall it not? It is enough. Lords, lead the way, that [_Aside_] whilst you feast yourselves, Fernando may find time all means to prove, To compass fair Maria for our love. [_Exeunt omnes._ SCENE II. QUEEN-MOTHER _and_ ELEAZAR. ELE. Madam, a word: now have you wit or spirit? QUEEN-M. Both. ELE. Set them both to a most gainful task. Our enemies are in my castle-work. QUEEN-M. Ay; but the king's there too; it's dangerous pride To strike at those that crouch by a lion's side. ELE. Remove them. QUEEN-M. How? ELE. How! a thousand ways: By poison, or by this [_Points to his sword_]; but every groom Has skill in such base traffic; no, our policies Must look more strange, must fly with loftier wings; Vengeance, the higher it falls, more honour brings; But you are cold--you dare not do. QUEEN-M. I dare. ELE. You have a woman's heart; look you, this hand-- [_Takes her hand._ O, 'tis too little to strike home. QUEEN-M. At whom? ELE. Your son. QUEEN-M. Which son? the king? ELE. Angels of heaven Stand like his guard about him! how, the king! Not for so many worlds as there be stars Sticking upon th' embroider'd firmament. The king! he loves my wife, and should he die, I know none else would love her; let him live In heaven.[54] [_Aside_. Good Lord Philip---- QUEEN-M. He shall die. ELE. How? good, good. QUEEN-M. By this hand. ELE. When? good, good; when? QUEEN-M. This night, if Eleazar give consent. ELE. Why, then, this night Philip shall not live To see you kill him! Is he not your son? A mother be the murd'rer of a brat That liv'd within her! ha! QUEEN-M. 'Tis for thy sake. ELE. Pish! What excuses cannot damn'd sin make To save itself! I know you love him well; But that he has an eye, an eye, an eye. To others, our two hearts seem to be lock'd Up in a case of steel; upon our love others Dare not look; or, if they dare, they cast Squint, purblind glances. Who care, though all see all, So long as none dare speak? But Philip Knows that iron ribs of our villains Are thin: he laughs to see them, like this hand, With chinks and crevices; how [with] a villanous, A stabbing, [a] desperate tongue the boy dare speak: A mouth, a villanous mouth! let's muzzle him. QUEEN-M. How? ELE. Thus: Go you, and with a face well-set do In good sad colours, such as paint out The cheek of that foul penitence, and with a tongue Made clean and glib, cull from their lazy swarm Some honest friars whom that damnation, gold, Can tempt to lay their souls to the stake; Seek such--they are rank and thick. QUEEN-M. What then? I know such--what's the use?