CAR. Proceed to new election of a king. ALL. Agreed. ELE. Stay, peers of Spain: if young Philippo Be Philip's son, then is he Philip's heir; Then must his royal name be set in gold; Philip is then the diamond to that ring. But if he be a bastard, here's his seat, For baseness has no gall, till it grow great. First, therefore, let him blood, if he must bleed, Yet in what vein you strike him, best take heed; The Portugal's his friend; you saw he came, At holding up a finger, arm'd: this peace Rid hence his dangerous friendship; he's at home. But when he hears that Philip is tied up. Yet hears not why, he'll catch occasion's lock, And on that narrow bridge make shift to lead A scrambling army through the heart of Spain: Look to't; being in, he'll hardly out again. Therefore first prove and then proclaim him bastard. ALV. How shall we prove it? ELE. He that put him out to making, I am sure can tell; if not, Then she that shap'd him can: here's the queen-mother, Being prick'd in conscience, and preferring Spain Before her own respect, will name the man. If he be noble, and a Spaniard born, He'll hide th' apparent scars of their infamies With the white hand of marriage; that and time Will eat the blemish off: say, shall it? ALL. No. CAR. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die. HOR. Death is too easy for such villany. ELE. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die? I would he might; I know myself am clear, As is the new-born infant. Madam, stand forth. Be bold to speak: shame in the grave wants sense, Heaven with sin's greatest forfeits can dispense. QUEEN-M. Would I were cover'd with the veil of night, You might not see red shame sit on my cheeks; But being Spain's common safety stands for truth, Hiding my weeping eyes, I blush and say, Philippo's father sits here. ROD. Here! name him. QUEEN-M. The Lord Mendoza did beget that son; O, let not this dishonour further run. ALV. What, Cardinal Mendoza? QUEEN-M. Yes, yes, even he. ELE. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die. CAR. I Philip's father? [_Comes down, the rest talk._ QUEEN-M. Nay, deny me not; Now may a kingdom and my love be got. CAR. Those eyes and tongue bewitch me, shame lie here; That love has sweetest taste that is bought dear. CHRIS. What answers Lord Mendoza to the queen? CAR. I confess guilty, Philip is my son; Her majesty hath nam'd the time and place. ALV. To you, but not to us; go forward, madam. QUEEN-M. Within the circle of twice ten years since, Your deceas'd king made war in Barbary, Won Tunis, conquer'd Fez, and hand to hand Slew great Abdela, King of Fez, and father To that Barbarian prince. ELE. I was but young, but now methinks I see my father's wounds: poor Barbaria! No more--