QUEEN-M. All curses and all crosses light on thee! What need I curse myself, when all curse me? I have been deadly impious, I confess: Forgive me, and my sin will seem the less. This heavy chain, which now my neck assaults, Weighs ten times lighter than my heavy faults. PHIL. Hortenzo, I commend myself to thee; Thou that are near'st, stand'st furthest off from me. HOR. That mould of hell, that Moor, has chain'd me here; 'Tis not myself, but Isabel I fear. SCENE V. _Enter_ ELEAZAR, ISABELLA, ZARACK, _and_ BALTHAZAR. ELE. It's strange! Will not Prince Philip come with Hortenzo? ZAR. He swears he'll live and die there. ELE. Marry, and shall. [_Aside_. I pray, persuade him, you, to leave the place. A prison! why, it's hell. 'Las, here they be! Ha! they are they, i' faith; see, see, see, see. ALL. Moor, devil, toad, serpent! ELE. O sweet airs, sweet voices! ISA. O my Hortenzo! ELE. Do not these birds sing sweetly, Isabella? O, how their spirits would leap aloft and spring, Had they their throats at liberty to sing! PHIL. Damnation dog thee! CAR. Furies follow thee! QUEEN-M. Comets confound thee! HOR. And hell swallow thee! ELE. Sweeter and sweeter still. O harmony! Why, there's no music like to misery. ISA. Hast thou betrayed me thus? ELE. Not I, not I. PHIL. Sirrah hedgehog. ELE. Ha! I'll hear thee presently. ISA. Hear me then, hellhound; slaves, unchain my love, Or by---- ELE. By what? Is't not rare walking here? Methinks this stage shows like a tennis-court; Does it not, Isabel? I'll show thee how-- Suppose that iron chain to be the line, The prison-doors the hazard, and their heads, Scarce peeping o'er the line, suppose the balls! Had I a racket now of burnish'd steel, How smoothly could I bandy every ball Over this globe of earth, win set, and all. PHIL. How brisk the villain jets in villany! ELE. Prating! he's proud because he wears a chain: Take it off, Balthazar, and take him hence. [_They unbind him._ PHIL. And whither then, you dog? ISA. Pity my brother. ELE. Pity him! no; away! PHIL. Ay, come, do come.[73] I pray thee kill me: come. ELE. I hope to see Thy own hands do that office. Down with him! PHIL. Is there another hell? TWO MOORS. Try, try; he's gone. ELE. So him next, he next, and next him; and then---- ALL. Worse than damnation! fiend, monster of men! ELE. Why, when! Down, down! CAR. Slave, as thou thrust me down Into this dungeon, so sink thou to hell. QUEEN-M. Amen, amen. ELE. Together so; and you-- ISA. O, pity my Hortenzo! HOR. Farewell, my Isabel; my life, adieu. ALL. Mischief and horror let the Moor pursue! ELE. A concert! that amain;[74] play that amain; Amain, amain. No; so soon fallen asleep! Nay, I'll not lose this music; sirrah, sirrah, Take thou a drum, a trumpet thou; and hark, Mad them with villanous sounds. ZAR. Rare sport; let's go. [_Exeunt_ ZARACK _and_ BALTHAZAR. ELE. About it: music will do well in woe. How like you this?