PHIL. Puh! never swear. Thou know'st 'tis for a kingdom which we fight, And for that who'll not venture to hell-gates? Come, Moor, I'm arm'd with more than complete steel-- The justice of my quarrel: when I look Upon my father's wrongs, my brother's wounds, My mother's infamy, Spain's misery, And lay my finger here; O, 'tis too dull To let out blood enough to quench them all. But when I see your face, and know what fears Hang on thy troubled soul, like leaden weights, To make it sink, I know this finger's touch Has strength to throw thee down; I know this iron Is sharp and long enough to reach that head. Fly not, devil; if thou do---- ELE. How? fly? O, base! PHIL. Come then. ELE. Stay, Philip; whosoe'er begat thee---- PHIL. Why, slave, a king begat me. ELE. May be so; But I'll be sworn thy mother was a queen; For her sake will I kill thee nobly. Fling me thy sword; there's mine. I scorn to strike A man disarm'd. PHIL. For this dishonouring me, I'll give thee one stab more. ELE. I'll run away, Unless thou change that weapon, or take mine. PHIL. Neither. ELE. Farewell. PHIL. S'heart! stay; and if you dare, Do as I do, oppose thy naked breast Against this poniard; see! here's this for thine. ELE. I am for thee, Philip. PHIL. Come, nay, take more ground, That with a full career thou may'st strike home. ELE. Thou'lt run away then? PHIL. Ha! ELE. Thou'lt run away then? PHIL. Faith I will; but first on this I'll bear Thy panting heart, thy head upon thy spear. ELE. Come. _Enter_ CARDINAL _and_ KING OF PORTUGAL _on the one, and_ MOORS _on the other side_. CAR. Side, upon the Moors. 1ST MOOR. Side, upon the cardinal. PHIL. Hold, cardinal; strike not any of our side. ELE. Hold, Moors; strike not any of our side. PHIL. We two will close this battle. ELE. Come, agreed. Stand, armies, and give aim, whilst we two bleed. CAR. With poniards! 'tis too desperate, dear Philip. PHIL. Away! have at the Moor! s'heart! let me come. KING OF P. Be arm'd with manly weapons: 'tis for slaves To dig their own and such unworthy graves. ELE. I am for thee any way: thus or, see, thus; Here try the vigour of thy sinewy arm. The day is ours already; brainless heads And bleeding bodies, like a crown, do stand About the temples of our victory. Yet, Spaniards, if you dare, we'll fight it out Thus, man to man alone. I'll first begin And conquer, or in blood wade up to the chin. PHIL. Let not a weapon stir but his and mine. ELE. Nor on this side; conquest in blood shall shine. [_Alarum; they fight, the Moor is struck down, which his side seeing, step all in and rescue him; the rest join, and drive in the Moors. Alarum continuing, Spaniards and Moors, with drums and colours, fly over the stage, pursued by_ PHILIP, CARDINAL, KING OF PORTUGAL, _and others_. _Enter_ ZARACK, CHRISTOFERO, _and_ ELEAZAR, _at several doors_. CHRIS. Where is my lord? ZAR. Where is my sovereign?