Enter Philip in a Rage, Antonio and Sebastian.
Phil. I know he is not dead; what envious Powers
Durst snatch him hence? he was all great and good,
As fit to be ador’d as they above.
Where is the Body of my Royal Father?
That Body which inspir’d by’s sacred Soul,
Aw’d all the Universe with ev’ry Frown,
And taught ‘em all Obedience with his Smiles.
Why stand you thus distracted—Mother—Brother—
My Lords—Prince Cardinal—
Has Sorrow struck you dumb?
Is this my Welcome from the Toils of War?
When in his Bosom I shou’d find repose,
To meet it cold and pale!—Oh, guide me to him,
And with my Sighs I’ll breathe new Life into’t.
King. There’s all that’s left of Royal Philip now, [Phil, goes out. Pay all thy Sorrow there—whilst mine alone Are swoln too high t’ admit of Lookers on. [Ex. King weeping.
Philip returns weeping.
Phil. His Soul is fled to all Eternity;
And yet methought it did inform his Body,
That I, his darling Philip, was arriv’d
With Conquest on my Sword; and even in Death
Sent me his Joy in Smiles.
Qu. If Souls can after Death have any Sense Of human things, his will be proud to know That Philip is a Conqueror. Enter Abdelazer. But do not drown thy Laurels thus in Tears, Such Tributes leave to us, thou art a Soldier.
Phil. Gods! this shou’d be my Mother—
Men. It is, great Sir, the Queen.
Phil. Oh, she’s too foul for one or t’other Title.
Qu. How, Sir, do you not know me?