_Abd_. Thy Face and Eyes!--Baud, fetch me here a Glass, [_To_ Elvira. And thou shalt see the Balls of both those Eyes Burning with Fire of Lust: That Blood that dances in thy Cheeks so hot, That have not I to cool it Made an Extraction even of my Soul, Decay’d my Youth, only to feed thy Lust? And wou’dst thou still pursue me to my Grave? _Qu_. All this to me, my _Abdelazer_? _Abd_. I cannot ride through the _Castilian_ Streets, But thousand Eyes throw killing Looks at me, And cry--That’s he that does abuse our King-- There goes the Minion of the _Spanish_ Queen, Who, on the lazy Pleasures of his Love, Spends the Revenues of the King of _Spain_-- This many-headed Beast your Lust has arm’d. _Qu_. How dare you, Sir, upbraid me with my Love? _Abd_. I will not answer thee, nor hear thee speak. _Qu_. Not hear me speak!--Yes, and in Thunder too; Since all my Passion, all my soft Intreaties Can do no good upon thee, I’ll see (since thou hast banish’d all thy Love, That Love, to which I’ve sacrific’d my Honour) If thou hast any Sense of Gratitude, For all the mighty Graces I have done thee. _Abd_. Do;--and in thy Story too, do not leave out How dear those mighty Graces I have purchas’d; My blooming Youth, my healthful vigorous Youth, Which Nature gave me for more noble Actions Than to lie fawning at a Woman’s Feet, And pass my Hours in Idleness and Love-- If I cou’d blush, I shou’d thro all this Cloud Send forth my Sense of Shame into my Cheeks. _Qu_. Ingrate! Have I for this abus’d the best of Men, My noble Husband? Depriving him of all the Joys of Love, To bring them all intirely to thy Bed; Neglected all my Vows, and sworn ‘em here a-new, Here, on thy Lips-- Exhausted Treasures that wou’d purchase Crowns, To buy thy Smiles--to buy a gentle Look; And when thou didst repay me--blest the Giver? Oh, _Abdelazer_, more than this I’ve done-- This very Hour, the last the King can live, Urg’d by thy Witch-craft, I his Life betray’d; And is it thus my Bounties are repaid? Whate’er a Crime so great deserves from Heav’n, By _Abdelazer_ might have been forgiven: [_Weeps_. But I will be reveng’d by penitence, And e’er the King dies, own my black Offence-- And yet that’s not enough--_Elvira_-- [_Pauses_. Cry murder, murder, help, help. [_She and her Women cry aloud, he is surpriz’d, the_ Queen _falls_, _he draws a Dagger_ at Elvira. _Elv_. Help, murder, murder!-- _Abd_. Hell, what’s this?--peace, Baud--’sdeath, They’ll raise the Court upon me, and then I’m lost-- My Queen--my Goddess--Oh raise your lovely Eyes, I have dissembled Coldness all this while; And that Deceit was but to try thy Faith. [_Takes her up, sets her in a Chair, then kneels_. Look up--by Heav’n,’.was Jealousy-- Pardon your Slave--pardon your poor Adorer. _Qu_. Thou didst upbraid me with my shameful Passion. _Abd_. I’ll tear my Tongue out for its Profanation.