ELE. Slaves; ha, ha, ha! You are but players, that[78] must end the play; How like Hortenzo and Philippo! ha! Stand my two slaves, were they as black as you. Well, Zarack, I'll unfix thee first of all, Thou shalt help me to play the cardinal: This iron engine on his head I'll clap, Like a pope's mitre or a cardinal's cap; Then manacle his hands, as thou dost mine; So, so, I pray thee, Zarack, set him free, That both of you may stand and laugh at me. PHIL. 'Tis fine, i' faith; call in more company; Alvero, Roderigo, and the rest: Who will not laugh at Eleazar's jest? ELE. What? Zarack, Balthazar! PHIL. Ah! anon, anon; We have not laugh'd enough: it's but begun. [_Knocking._ Who knocks? ELE. Unmanacle my hands, I say. PHIL. Then shall we mar our mirth, and spoil the play. [_Knocking again._ Who knocks? ALV. [_Within._] Alvero. PHIL. Let Alvero in. ELE. And let me out. _Enter all below._ PHIL. I thank you for that flout,[79] To let Alvero in, and let you out. ELE. Villains! slaves! am not I your lord, the Moor? And Eleazar? QUEEN-M. And the devil of hell; And more than that, and Eleazar too. ELE. And, devil's dam, what do I here with you? QUEEN-M. My tongue shall torture thee. ELE. I know thee then; All women's tongues are tortures unto men. QUEEN-M. Spaniards, this was the villain; this is he Who, through enticements of alluring lust And glory, which makes silly women proud And men malicious, did incense my spirit Beyond the limits of a woman's mind To wrong myself and that lord cardinal; And (that which sticks more near unto my blood), He that was nearest to my blood, my son, To dispossess him of his right by wrong: O, that I might embrace him on this breast, Which did enclose him, when he first was born: No greater happiness can heav'n show'r upon Me than to circle in these arms of mine That son, whose royal blood I did defame, To crown with honour an ambitious Moor. PHIL. Thus then thy happiness is complete; [_Embraces her._ Behold thy Philip ransom'd from that prison, In which the Moor had cloistered him. HOR. And here's Hortenzo. ELE. Then am I betrayed and cosen'd in My own designs: I did contrive Their ruin; but their subtle policy Hath blasted my ambitious thoughts. Villains! Where's Zarack? Where's Balthazar? What have you done with them? PHIL. They're gone to Pluto's kingdom, to provide A place for thee, and to attend thee there. But, lest they should be tired with too long Expecting hopes, come, brave spirits of Spain, This is the Moor, the actor of these evils; Thus thrust him down to act among the devils. [_Stabs him._