_Qu_. How, Sir, do you not know me? _Phil_. When you were just, I did, And with a Reverence, such as we pay Heav’n, I paid my awful Duty;-- But as you have abus’d my Royal Father, For such a Sin the basest of your Slaves Wou’d blush to call you Mother. _Qu_. What means my Son? _Phil_. Son! by Heav’n, I scorn the Title. _Qu_. Oh Insolence!--out of my sight, rude Boy. _Phil_. We must not part so, Madam; I first must let you know your Sin and Shame;-- Nay, hear me calmly--for, by Heav’n, you shall-- My Father whilst he liv’d, tir’d his strong Arm With numerous Battles ‘gainst the Enemy, Wasting his Brains in warlike Stratagems; To bring Confusion on the faithless Moors, Whilst you, lull’d in soft Peace at home, betray’d His Name to everlasting Infamy; Suffer’d his Bed to be defil’d with Lust, Gave up your self, your Honour, and your Vows, To wanton in yon sooty Lecher’s Arms. [_Points to_ Abd. _Abd_. Me, dost thou mean? _Phil_. Yes, Villain, thee, thou Hell-begotten Fiend, ’.is thee I mean. _Qu_. Oh most unnatural, to dishonour me! _Phil_. That Dog you mean, that has dishonour’d you, Dishonour’d me, these Lords, nay, and all Spain; This Devil’s he, that-- _Abd_. That--what--Oh pardon me if I throw off All Ties of Duty:--wert thou ten King’s Sons, And I as many Souls as I have Sins, Thus I would hazard all. [Draws, they all run between. _Phil_. Stand off--or I’ll make way upon thy Bosom. _Abd_. How got you, Sir, this daring? _Phil_. From injur’d _Philip’s_ Death, Who, whilst he liv’d, unjustly cherish’d thee, And set thee up beyond the reach of Fate; Blind with thy brutal Valor, deaf with thy Flatteries, Discover’d not the Treason thou didst act, Nor none durst let him know ‘em--but did he live, I wou’d aloud proclaim them in his Ears. _Abd_. You durst as well been damn’d. _Phil_. Hell seize me if I want Revenge for this-- Not dare! Arise, thou injur’d Ghost of my dead King, And thro thy dreadful Paleness dart a Horror, May fright this pair of Vipers from their Sins. _Abd_. Oh insupportable! dost hear me, Boy? _Qu_. Are ye all mute, and hear me thus upbraided? [_To the Lords_. _Phil_. Dare ye detain me whilst the Traitor braves me? _Men_. Forbear, my Prince, keep in that noble Heat That shou’d be better us’d than on a Slave. _Abd_. You politick Cheat-- _Men. Abdelazer_-- By the Authority of my Government, Which yet I hold over the King of _Spain_, By Warrant of a Council from the Peers, And (as an Unbeliever) from the Church, I utterly deprive thee of that Greatness, Those Offices and Trusts you hold in _Spain_. _Abd_. Cardinal--who lent thee this Commission? Grandees of Spain, do you consent to this? _All_. We do. _Alon_. What Reason for it? let his Faith be try’d. _Men_. It needs no tryal, the Proofs are evident, And his Religion was his Veil for Treason. _Alon_. Why should you question his Religion, Sir? He does profess Christianity.