_Alon_. Who should we chuse? Prince _Philip_ is our King. _Abd_. By Heaven, but _Philip_ shall not be my King; _Philip’s_ a Bastard, and Traytor to his Country: He braves us with an Army at our Walls, Threatning the Kingdom with a fatal Ruin. And who shall lead you forth to Conquest now, But _Abdelazer_, whose Sword reap’d Victory, As oft as ‘twas unsheath’d?--and all for _Spain_ --How many Laurels has this Head adorn’d? Witness the many Battles I have won; In which I’ve emptied all my youthful Veins!-- And all for _Spain!_--ungrateful of my Favours! --I do not boast my Birth, Nor will not urge to you my Kingdom’s Ruin; But loss of Blood, and numerous Wounds receiv’d-- And still for _Spain!_-- And can you think, that after all my Toils, I wou’d be still a Slave?--to Bastard _Philip_ too? That dangerous Foe, who with the Cardinal, Threatens with Fire and Sword.--I’ll quench those Flames, Such an esteem I still preserve for _Spain_. _Alon_. What means this long Harangue? what does it aim at? _Abd_. To be Protector of the Crown of _Spain_, Till we agree about a lawful Successor. _Alon_. Oh Devil! _Qu_. We are betray’d, and round beset with Horrors; If we deny him this--the Power being his, We’re all undone, and Slaves unto his Mercy.-- Besides--Oh, give me leave to blush when I declare, That _Philip_ is--as he has rendred him.-- But I in love to you, love to my _Spain_, Chose rather to proclaim my Infamy, Than an ambitious Bastard should be crown’d. _Alon_. Here’s a fine Plot, What Devil reigns in Woman, when she doats? [_Aside_. _Rod_. My Lords, I see no remedy but he must be Protector. _Alon_. Oh, Treachery--have you so soon forgot The noble _Philip_, and his glorious Heir, The murder’d _Ferdinand?_-- And, Madam, you so soon forgot a Mother’s Name, That you wou’d give him Power that kill’d your Son? _Abd_. The Modesty wherewith I’ll use that Power, Shall let you see, I have no other Interest But what’s intirely _Spain’s_.--Restore their Swords, And he amongst you all who is dissatisfy’d, I set him free this minute. _Alon_. I take thee at thy word-- And instantly to _Philip’s_ Camp will fly. [_Exit_. _Abd_. By all the Gods my Ancestors ador’d, But that I scorn the envying World shou’d think I took delight in Blood--I wou’d not part so with you. --But you, my Lords, who value _Spain’s_ Repose, Must for it instantly with me take Arms. Prince _Philip_, and the Cardinal, now ride Like _Jove_ in Thunder; we in Storms must meet them. To Arms! to Arms! and then to Victory, Resolv’d to conquer, or resolv’d to die. [_Exeunt_. ACT IV. SCENE I. Abdelazer’s _Tent_. _Enter_ Abdelazer, Osmin _bearing his Helmet of Feathers_, Zarrack _with his Sword and Truncheon_. _Abd_. Come, _Osmin_, arm me quickly; for the Day Comes on apace, and the fierce Enemy Will take advantages by our delay. _Enter_ Queen _and_ Elvira.