_Abd_. God’s! this is fine! Give me your Art of Flattery, Or something more of this, will ruin me-- Tho I’ve resolv’d her Death, yet whilst she’s mine, I would not have her blown by Summer Flies. _Phil_. Mark how he snarls upon the King! The Cur will bite anon. _Abd_. Come, my _Florella_, is’t not Bed-time, Love? _Flor_. I’ll wait upon you, Sir. [Going out. _Phil_. The Moor has ta’en away, we may depart. _Abd_. What has he ta’en away? [_Turns about_. _Phil_. The fine gay play-thing, that made us all so merry. _Abd_. Was this your Sport? [To his Wife. _King_. _Abdelazer_, keep your way--Good night, fair Creature! _Abd_. I will obey for once. [_Ex_. Abd. _and_ Flor. _King_. Why this Resentment, Brother, and in publick? _Phil_. Because he gives me Cause, and that in Publick. And, Sir, I was not born to bear with Insolence; I saw him dart Revenge from both his Eyes, And bite his angry Lip between his Teeth, To keep his Jealousy from breaking forth, Which, when it does--stand fast, my King. _King_. But, _Philip_, we will find a way to check him; Till when we must dissemble--take my Counsel--Good night. _Phil_. I cannot, nor I will not--yet good Night. [_Exit_ King, _and all but_ Philip’s _Party_. Well, Friends, I see the King will sleep away his Anger, And tamely see us murder’d by this Moor; But I’ll be active, Boys-- Therefore, _Antonio_, you command the Horse; Get what more Numbers to our Cause you can: ’.is a good Cause, and will advance our Credit. We will awake this King out of his Lethargy of Love, And make him absolute--Go to your Charge, And early in the Morning I’ll be with you-- [_Ex. all but_ Phil. If all fail, Portugal shall be my Refuge, Those whom so late I conquer’d, shall protect me-- But this Alanzo I shou’d make an Interest in; Cou’d I but flatter--’tis a Youth that’s brave. _Enter_ Cardinal _in haste_. _Men_. Fly, fly, my Prince, we are betray’d and lost else. _Phil_. Betray’d and lost! Dreams, idle Coward Dreams. _Men_. Sir, by my Holy Order, I’m in earnest, And you must either quickly fly, or die; ’.is so ordain’d--nor have I time to tell By what strange Miracle I learn’d our Fate. _Phil_. Nor care I, I will stay, and brave it. _Men_. That, Sir, you shall not, there’s no safety here, And ‘tis the Army only can secure us. _Phil_. Where had you this Intelligence? _Men_. I’ll tell you as we go to my Apartment; Where we must put ourselves in Holy Dress; For so the Guards are set in every Place, (And those all Moors, the Slaves of _Abdelazer_) That ‘tis impossible in any other Habit to escape. Come, haste with me, and let us put ‘em on. _Phil_. I had rather stay and kill till I am weary-- Let’s to the Queen’s Apartment and seize this Moor; I’m sure there the Mongrel’s kennel’d. _Men_. Sir, we lose time in talking--Come with me. _Phil_. Where be these lousy Gaberdines?