Chapter 9

_Enter_ Philip, Alonzo, _and Guards_.

_Phil_. ‘Tis a sad Story thou hast told, _Alonzo_; Yet ‘twill not make me shed one single Tear: They must be all of Blood that I will offer To my dear Brother’s Ghost-- But, gallant Friend, this Good his Ills have done, To turn thee over to our juster Interest, For thou didst love him once.

_Alon_. Whilst I believ’d him honest, and for my Sister’s sake; But since, his Crimes have made a Convert of me.

_Phil_. Gods! is it possible the Queen should countenance His horrid Villanies?

_Alon_. Nay, worse than so,’.is thought she’ll marry him.

_Phil_. Marry him! then here upon my Knees I vow, [_Kneels_. To shake all Duty from my Soul; And all that Reverence Children owe a Parent, Shall henceforth be converted into Hate. [_Rises_. --Damnation! marry him! Oh, I cou’d curse my Birth! This will confirm the World in their Opinion, That she’s the worst of Women; That I am basely born too, (as she gives it out) That Thought alone does a just Rage inspire, And kindles round my Heart an active Fire.

_Alan_. A Disobedience, Sir, to such a Parent, Heaven must forgive the Sin, if this be one: --Yet do not, Sir, in Words abate that Fire, Which will assist you a more effectual way.

_Phil_. Death! I could talk of it an Age; And, like a Woman, fret my Anger high: Till like my Rage, I have advanc’d my Courage, Able to fight the World against my Mother.

_Alan_. Our Wrongs without a Rage, will make us fight, Wrongs that wou’d make a Coward resolute.

_Phil_. Come, noble Youth, Let us join both our several Wrongs in one, And from them make a solemn Resolution, Never to part our Interest, till this Moor, This worse than Devil Moor be sent to Hell.

_Alon_. I do.

_Phil_. Hark--hark--the Charge is sounded, let’s to Horse, St. _Jaques_ for the Right of _Spain_ and me.

[_Exeunt_.