QUEEN-M. Philip being prov'd a bastard, who shall sit Upon this empty throne? ELE. Strumpet, not you. QUEEN-M. Strumpet! and I not sit there, who [shall] then? ELE. Down! Back! if she touch it, she'll bewitch the chair; This throne belongs to Isabel the fair. Bring forth the princess dress'd in royal robes, The true affecter of Alvero's son, Virtuous Hortenzo. Lords, behold your queen. SCENE II. _Enter_ ISABELLA _in royal robes, and_ HORTENZO. QUEEN-M. Thou villain, what intend'st thou, savage slave? ELE. To advance virtue thus, and thus to tread On lust, on murder, on adultery's head. Look, lords, upon your sovereign Isabel; Though all may doubt the fruits of such a womb, Is she not like King Philip? Let her rule. QUEEN-M. She rule! ELE. She rule: ay, she. QUEEN-M. A child To sway an empire? I am her protectress; I'll pour black curses on thy damned head If thou wrong'st me. Lords, lords! ELE. Princes of Spain, Be deaf, be blind; hear not, behold her not; She kill'd my virtuous wife. QUEEN-M. He kill'd your king. ELE. 'Twas in my just wrath. QUEEN-M. 'Twas to get his crown. ELE. His crown! why, here 'tis: thou slew'st my Maria, To have access to my unstained bed. QUEEN-M. O heaven! ELE. 'Tis true: how often have I stopp'd Thy unchaste songs from passing through mine ears. How oft, when thy luxurious arms have twin'd About my jetty neck, have I cried out: Away, those scalding veins burn me--'tis true. QUEEN-M. Devil, 'tis a lie! ELE. Thou slew'st my sweet Maria; Alvero, 'twas thy daughter, 'twas; Hortenzo, She was thy sister; justice, Isabella; This serpent poison'd thy dear father's bed, Setting large horns on his imperial head. QUEEN-M. Hear me! ELE. Ha, why? ALV. Madam, you shall be heard Before the courts, before the courts of Spain. ELE. A guard! a guard! _Enter two Moors and others._ QUEEN-M. A guard! for what? for whom? HOR. To wait on you; So many great sins must not wait with few. QUEEN-M. Keep me in prison! dare you, lords? ALV. O no! Were your cause strong, we would not arm you so; But honour fainting needeth many hands; Kingdoms stand safe when mischief lies in bands. You must to prison. [_Exeunt._ QUEEN-M. Must I! must I! Slave, I'll damn thee, ere thou triumph'st o'er my grave. [_Exit with a guard._ SCENE III. _Manet_ ELEAZAR. ELE. Do, do, my jocund spleen It does, it will, it shall. I have at one throw Rifled away the diadem of Spain; 'Tis gone, and there's no more to set but this At all. Then, at this last cast, I'll sweep up My former petty losses, or lose all, Like to a desperate gamester. _Enter_ ZARACK. Ha, how? fast? ZAR. Except their bodies turn to airy spirits, And fly through windows, they are safe, my lord: If they can eat through locks and bars of iron, They may escape; if not, then not.