_Abd_. Instruct you in the way to your Revenge. _Qu_. Upon my self thou meanest-- _Abd_. No-- He’s now fled to th’ Camp, where he’ll be fortify’d Beyond our Power to hurt, but by this means; Which takes away his Hopes of being a King, (For he’d no other Aim in taking Arms) And leaves him open to the People’s Scorn; Whom own’d as King, Numbers wou’d assist him, And then our Lives he may dispose, As he has done our Honours. _Qu_. There’s Reason in thy Words: but oh my Fame! _Abd_. Which I, by Heaven, am much more tender of, Than my own Life or Honour; and I’ve a way To save that too, which I’ll at leisure tell you. In the mean time send for your Confessor, And with a borrow’d Penitence confess, Their Idol _Philip_ is a Bastard; And zealously pretend you’re urg’d by Conscience, A cheap Pretence to cozen Fools withal. _Qu_. Revenge, although I court you with my fatal Ruin, I must enjoy thee: there’s no other way, And I’m resolv’d upon the mighty Pleasure; He has profan’d my purer Flame for thee, And merits to partake the Infamy. [_He leads her out_. _Abd_. Now have at my young King-- I know he means to cuckold me to Night, Whilst he believes I’ll tamely step aside-- No, let _Philip_ and the Cardinal gain the Camp, I will not hinder ‘em-- I have a nobler Sacrifice to make To my declining Honour, shall redeem it, And pay it back with Interest--well, then in order to’t, I’ll watch about the Lodgings of _Florella_, And if I see this hot young Lover enter, I’ll save my Wife the trouble of allaying The amorous Heat--this--will more nimbly do’t, [_Snatches out his Dagger_. And do it once for all-- _Enter_ Florella _in her Night-Clothes_. _Flor_. My _Abdelazer_--why in that fierce posture, As if thy Thoughts were always bent on Death? Why is that Dagger out?--against whom drawn? _Abd_. Or stay,--suppose I let him see _Florella_, And when he’s high with the expected Bliss, Then take him thus--Oh, ‘twere a fine surprize! _Flor_. My Lord--dear _Abdelazer_. _Abd_. Or say--I made her kill him--that were yet An Action much more worthy of my Vengeance. _Flor_. Will you not speak to me? what have I done? _Abd_. By Heaven, it shall be so. _Flor_. What shall be so? _Abd_. Hah-- _Flor_. Why dost thou dress thy Eyes in such unusual wonder? There’s nothing here that is a stranger to thee, Or what is not intirely thine own. _Abd_. Mine! _Flor_. Thou canst not doubt it. _Abd_. No,--and for a proof that thou art so,--take this Dagger. _Flor_. Alas, Sir!--what to do? _Abd_. To stab a Heart, _Florella_, a Heart that loves thee. _Flor_. Heaven forbid! _Abd_. No matter what Heaven will, I say it must-- _Flor_. What must? _Abd_. That Dagger must enter the Heart of him That loves thee best, _Florella_;--guess the Man. _Flor_. What means my Moor? Wouldst thou have me kill thy self? _Abd_. Yes--when I love thee better than the King. _Flor_. Ah, Sir! what mean you?