_Flor_. Wilt thou not pay my Service with one Smile? Have I not acted well the Suppliant’s part? _Abd_. Oh wonderfully! y’ave learnt the Art to move. Go, leave me. _Flor_. Still out of humour, thoughtful and displeas’d? And why at me, my _Abdelazer_? what have I done? _Abd_. Rarely! you cannot do amiss you are so beautiful. So very fair--Go, get you in, I say-- [_Turns her in roughly_. She has the art of dallying with my Soul, Teaching it lazy softness from her Looks. But now a nobler Passion’s enter’d there, And blows it thus--to Air--Idol Ambition, _Florella_ must to thee a Victim fall: Revenge,--to thee--a Cardinal and Prince: And to my Love and Jealousy, a King-- More yet, my mighty Deities, I’ll do, None that you e’er inspir’d like me shall act; That fawning servile Crew shall follow next, Who with the Cardinal cry’d, banish _Abdelazer_. _Like Eastern Monarchs I’ll adorn thy Fate, And to the Shades thou shalt descend in State. [Exit_. ACT II. SCENE I. _A Chamber of State_. _Enter the_ King _crown’d_, Philip, Mendozo, Queen, Leonora, Florella, Elvira, Alonzo, Roderigo, Ordonio, Sebastian, Antonio, _Officers and Guards; met by_ Abdelazer _follow’d by_ Osmin, Zarrack, _and Moors attending. He comes in with Pride, staring on_ Philip _and_ Mendozo, _and takes his stand next the_ King. _Phil_. Why stares the Devil thus, as if he meant From his infectious Eyes to scatter Plagues, And poison all the World? Was he not banish’d? How dares the Traitor venture into th’ Presence?-- Guards, spurn the Villain forth. _Abd_. Who spurns the _Moor_ Were better set his foot upon the Devil-- Do, spurn me, and this Hand thus justly arm’d, Shall like a Thunder-bolt, breaking the Clouds, Divide his Body from his Soul--stand back-- [_To the Guards_. Spurn _Abdelazer_!-- _Phil_. Death, shall we bear this Insolence? _Alon_. Great Sir, I think his Sentence was unjust. [_To the_ King. _Men_. Sir, you’re too partial to be judge in this, And shall not give your Voice. _Abd_. Proud Cardinal--but he shall--and give it loud. And shall not!--who shall hinder him? _Phil_. This--and cut his Wind-pipe too. [_Offers to draw_. To spoil his whisp’ring. [Abd. _offers to draw, his Attendants do the same_. _King_. What means this Violence? Forbear to draw your Swords--’tis we command. _Abd_. Sir, do me Justice, I demand no more. [_Kneels, and offers his Sword_. And at your Feet we lay our Weapons down. _Men_. Sir, _Abdelazer_ has had Justice done, And stands by me banish’d the Court of _Spain_. _King_. How, Prince Cardinal! From whence do you derive Authority To banish him the Court without our leave? _Men_. Sir, from my Care unto your royal Person, As I’m your Governor--then for the Kingdom’s Safety.