KING. It shall be so. Therefore, my state's best prop, Within whose bosom I durst trust my life, Both for my safety and thine own discharge, Fetch back those traitors; and till your return Ourself will keep your castle. ELE. My liege, the tongue of true obedience Must not gainsay his sovereign's impose. By heaven! I will not kiss the cheek of sleep, Till I have fetched those traitors to the court! KING. Why, this sorts right: he gone, his beauteous wife Shall sail into the naked arms of love. [_Aside._ QUEEN-M. Why, this is as it should be; he once gone, His wife, that keeps me from his marriage-bed, Shall by this hand of mine be murdered. [_Aside._ KING. This storm is well-nigh past; the swelling clouds That hang so full of treason, by the wind In awful majesty are scattered. Then each man to his rest. Good night, sweet friend! Whilst thou pursu'st the traitors that are fled, Fernando means to warm thy marriage-bed. [_Exeunt._ ELE. Many good nights consume and damn your souls! I know he means to cuckold me this night, Yet do I know no means to hinder it: Besides, who knows whether the lustful king, Having my wife and castle at command, Will ever make surrender back again? But if he do not, with my falchion's point I'll lance those swelling veins, in which hot lust Does keep his revels; and with that warm blood, Where Venus' bastard cooled his swelt'ring spleen, Wash the disgrace from Eleazar's brow. SCENE VI. _Enter_ MARIA. MARIA. Dear Eleazar! ELE. If they lock the gates, I'll toss a ball of wildfire o'er the walls. MARIA. Husband! sweet husband! ELE. Or else swim o'er the moat, And make a breach th[o]rough the flinty sides Of the rebellious walls. MARIA. Hear me, dear heart. ELE. Or undermine the chamber where they lie, And by the violent strength of gunpowder Blow up the castle and th' incestuous couch, In which lust wallows; but my labouring thoughts, Wading too deep in bottomless extremes, Do drown themselves in their own stratagems. MARIA. Sweet husband, dwell not upon circumstance, When weeping sorrow, like an advocate, Importunes you for aid; look in mine eye, There you shall see dim grief swimming in tears, Invocating succour. O, succour! ELE. Succour! zounds! for what? MARIA. To shield me from Fernando's unchaste love, Who with uncessant prayers importun'd me---- ELE. To lie with you! I know't. MARIA. Then seek some means how to prevent it. ELE. 'Tis [im]possible: For, to the end that his unbridled lust Might have more free access unto thy bed, This night he hath enjoined me To fetch back Philip and the cardinal. MARIA. Then this ensuing night shall give an end To all my sorrows; for before foul lust Shall soil the fair complexion of mine honour, This hand shall rob Maria of her life.