_Don Car._ Thou, Posa, ever wert my truest friend; I almost wish thou wert not now so kind. Thou of a thing that's lost tak'st too much care; And you, fair angel, too indulgent are. [_To the_ QUEEN. Great my despair; but still my love is higher. Well--in obedience to you I'll retire; Though during all the storm I will be nigh, Where, if I see the danger grow too high, To save you, madam, I'll come forth and die. [_Exit._ _Re-enter_ KING _and_ RUY-GOMEZ. _King._ Who would have guessed that this had ever been? [_Seeing the_ Marquis of POSA _and the_ QUEEN Distraction! where shall my revenge begin? Why, he's the very bawd to all their sin; And to disguise it puts on friendship's mask: But his despatch, Ruy-Gomez, is thy task. With him pretend some private conference, And under that disguise seduce him hence; Then in some place fit for the deed impart The business, by a poniard to his heart. _Ruy-Gomez._ 'Tis done-- _King._ So, madam! [_Steps to the_ QUEEN. _Queen._ By the fury in your eyes, I understand you're come to tyrannize. I hear you are already jealous grown, And dare suspect my virtue with your son. _King._ O womankind! thy mysteries who can scan, Too deep for easy, weak, believing man? Hold, let me look: indeed you're wondrous fair; So, on the outside, Sodom's apples were: And yet within, when opened to the view, Not half so dangerous or so foul as you. _Queen._ Unhappy, wretched woman that I am! And you unworthy of a husband's name! Do you not blush? _King._ Yes, madam, for your shame. Blush, too, my judgment e'er should prove so faint, To let me choose a devil for a saint. When first I saw and loved that tempting eye, The fiend within the flame I did not spy; But still ran on, and cherished my desires, For heavenly beams mistook infernal fires; Such raging fires as you have since thought fit Alone my son, my son's hot youth should meet. O vengeance, vengeance! _Queen._ Poor ungenerous king! How mean's the soul from which such thoughts must spring! Was it for this I did so late submit To let you whine and languish at my feet; When with false oaths you did my heart beguile And proffered all your empire for a smile? Then, then my freedom 'twas I did resign, Though you still swore you would preserve it mine. And still it shall be so, for from this hour I vow to hate, and never see you more. Nay, frown not, Philip, for you soon shall know I can resent and rage as well as you. _King._ By hell! her pride's as raging as her lust. A guard there! seize the queen! [_Enter_ Guard. _Re-enter_ Don CARLOS; _he intercepts the_ Guards.