Phil. When you were just, I did,
And with a Reverence, such as we pay Heav’n,
I paid my awful Duty;—
But as you have abus’d my Royal Father,
For such a Sin the basest of your Slaves
Wou’d blush to call you Mother.
Qu. What means my Son?
Phil. Son! by Heav’n, I scorn the Title.
Qu. Oh Insolence!—out of my sight, rude Boy.
Phil. We must not part so, Madam;
I first must let you know your Sin and Shame;—
Nay, hear me calmly—for, by Heav’n, you shall—
My Father whilst he liv’d, tir’d his strong Arm
With numerous Battles ‘gainst the Enemy,
Wasting his Brains in warlike Stratagems;
To bring Confusion on the faithless Moors,
Whilst you, lull’d in soft Peace at home, betray’d
His Name to everlasting Infamy;
Suffer’d his Bed to be defil’d with Lust,
Gave up your self, your Honour, and your Vows,
To wanton in yon sooty Lecher’s Arms.
[Points to Abd.
Abd. Me, dost thou mean?
Phil. Yes, Villain, thee, thou Hell-begotten Fiend, ’.is thee I mean.
Qu. Oh most unnatural, to dishonour me!
Phil. That Dog you mean, that has dishonour’d you, Dishonour’d me, these Lords, nay, and all Spain; This Devil’s he, that—
Abd. That—what—Oh pardon me if I throw off
All Ties of Duty:—wert thou ten King’s Sons,
And I as many Souls as I have Sins,
Thus I would hazard all.
[Draws, they all run between.