[_Exeunt_ CARDINAL, _&c._ _Manent_ PHILIP _and_ ALVERO. PHIL. Heart! heart! heart! heart! [_Tears the warrant._ The devil and his dam, the Moor and my mother, Their warrant I will not obey: old greybeard, Thou shalt not be my jailer; there's no prison, No dungeon deep enough, no grates so strong, That can keep in a man so mad with wrong. What, dost thou weep? ALV. I would fain shed a tear, But from mine eyes so many show'rs are gone; Grief drinks my tears so fast, that here's not one. You must to prison. PHIL. Dost thou speak to me? ALV. You must to prison. PHIL. And from thence to death. I thought I should have had a tomb hung round With tatter'd colours, broken spears; I thought My body should have fallen down full of wounds; But one can kill an emperor, fool; then why Wouldst thou have many? Curse, be mad, and die. [_Exeunt._ ACT V., SCENE I. _Enter_ RODERIGO _and_ CHRISTOFERO, _two bare-headed before them_; CARDINAL _alone_; ZARACK _and_ BALTHAZAR _bearing the crown on a cushion_; ELEAZAR _next_; QUEEN-MOTHER _after him; other Lords after her_; ALVERO, _sad, meets them_. CAR. Alvero, 'tis the pleasure of the king, Of the queen-mother, and these honoured states, To ease you of Philippo; there's a warrant Sent to remove him to a stronger guard. ALV. I thank you; you shall rid me of much care. ELE. Sit down, and take your place. ALV. If I might have the place I like best, It should be my grave. [_Sits down. The Moors stand aside with the crown_: ELEAZAR, _rising, takes it_. ELE. Stand in voice-reach, away! BOTH MOORS. We are gone. [_Exeunt._ ELE. Princes of Spain, if in this royal court There sit a man that, having laid his hold So fast on such a jewel, and dare wear it In the contempt of envy, as I dare, Yet uncompell'd (as freely as poor pilgrims Bestow their prayers) would give such wealth away; Let such a man step forth; what, do none rise? No, no, for kings indeed are deities; And who'd not (as the sun) in brightness shine? To be the greatest is to be divine. Who, among millions, would not be the mightiest, To sit in godlike state: to have all eyes Dazzled with admiration, and all tongues Shouting loud prayers: to rob every heart Of love: to have the strength of every arm: A sovereign's name? why, 'tis a sovereign charm This glory roundabout me hath thrown beams: I have stood upon the top of fortune's wheel, And backward turn'd the iron screw of fate. The destinies have spun a silken thread About my life; yet, noble Spaniards, see _Hoc tantum tanti_, thus I cast aside The shape of majesty, and on my knee [_Kneels: the_ CARDINAL _fetches the crown, and sets it on the chair_. To this imperial state lowly resign This usurpation: wiping off your fears, Which stuck so hard upon me; let a hand, A right and royal hand, take up this wreath, And guard it; right is of itself most strong; No kingdom got by cunning can stand long.