SCENE IV.

_Enter_ COLE _and_ CRAB _in trousers; the_ CARDINAL _in one of their weeds, and_ PHILIP _putting on the other_.

FRIARS. Put on, my lord, and fly, or else you die.

PHIL. I will not, I will die first. Cardinal, Prythee, good cardinal, pluck off, friars; slave! Murder us two! he shall not, by this sword.

CAR. My lord, you will endanger both our lives.

PHIL. I care not; I'll kill some before I die. Away! s'heart! take your rags! Moor, devil, come.

FRIARS. My lord, put on, or else----

PHIL. God's foot! come, help.

CAR. Ambitious villain! Philip, let us fly Into the chamber of the mother-queen.

PHIL. Thunder beat down the lodgings.

CAR. Else Let's break into the chamber of the king.

PHIL. Agreed. A pox upon these lousy gabardines. Agreed; I am for you, Moor; stand side by side; Come, hands off; leave your ducking.[58] Hell cannot fright Their spirits that do desperately fight.

COL. You are too rash, you are too hot; Wild desperateness doth valour blot. The lodging of the king's beset With staring faces black as jet, And hearts of iron: your deaths are vow'd, If you fly that way; therefore shroud Your body in friar Cole's grey weed; For is't not madness, man, to bleed, When you may 'scape untouch'd away? Here's hell, here's heaven: here if you stay, You're gone, you're gone; friar Crab and I Will here dance friskin, whilst you fly. Gag us, bind us, come put on; The gag's too wide; so gone, gone, gone!

PHIL. O, well, I'll come again. Lord Cardinal, Take you the castle, I'll to Portugal. I vow I'll come again, and if I do----

CAR. Nay, good my lord.

PHIL. Black devil, I'll conjure you.

[_Exeunt._