2D STINK. Yet he may utter sweet doctrine, by your leave. But what think you of friar Cole? 1ST STINK. He? all fire: an' he be kindled once, a hot catholic. 3D STINK. And you mark him, he has a zealous nose, and richly inflamed. 1ST STINK. Peace, you rogues! Now they begin. CRAB. _Incipe, Frater._ COLE. _Non ego, Domine._ CRAB. _Nec ego._ COLE. _Quare?_ CRAB. _Quia?_ COLE. _Quæso._ ALL. Here's a queasy beginning, methinks. Silence! silence! CRAB. Brethren, citizens, and market-folks of Seville. COLE. Well-beloved and honoured Castilians. CRAB. It is not unknown to you. COLE. I am sure you are not ignorant. CRAB. How villanous and strong! COLE. How monstrous and huge! CRAB. The faction of Prince Philip is. COLE. Philip, that is a bastard. CRAB. Philip, that is a dastard. COLE. Philip, that killed your king. CRAB. Only to make himself king. COLE. And, by Gad's blessed lady, you are all damned, and you suffer it. 1ST STINK. Friar Cole says true: he speaks out to the heat of his zeal: look how he glows! 2D STINK. Well, friar Crab for my money; he has set my teeth an edge against this bastard. 1ST STINK. O, his words are like vergis to whet a man's stomach. ALL. Silence! silence! CRAB. Now contrariwise. COLE. Your noble king the Moor---- CRAB. Is a valiant gentleman; COLE. A noble gentleman; CRAB. An honourable gentleman; COLE. A fair black gentleman. CRAB. A friend to Castilians, COLE. A champion for Castilians, CRAB. A man fit to be a king. COLE. If he were not borne down by him that would be king, who (as I said before) is a bastard, and no king. 1ST STINK. What think you, my masters? Do you mark his words well? CRAB. Further, compare them together. ALL. S'blood! there's no comparison between them. COLE. Nay, but hear us, good countrymen. ALL. Hear friar Cole! hear friar Cole! COLE. Set[67] that bastard and Eleazar together. 1ST STINK. How? mean you by the ears? CRAB. No, but compare them. COLE. Do but compare them. 2D STINK. Zounds! we say again, comparisons are odious. 1ST STINK. But say on, say on. [_Pieces go off; friars die._ ALL. Treason! treason! every man shift for himself. This is Philip's treason. Arm, arm, arm! [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _Enter_ ELEAZAR, ZARACK, _and_ BALTHAZAR. ELE. Zarack and Balthazar, are they despatch'd? ZAR. We saw 'em sprawl, and turn up the white of the eye. ELE. So shall they perish that lay countermines To cross our high designments: by their habits The cardinal and Philip 'scap'd our nets, And by your hands they tasted our revenge. _Enter_ QUEEN-MOTHER. Here comes the queen; away! under our wings You shall stand safe, and brave the proudest kings. [_Exeunt._