Rod. My Lords, I see no remedy but he must be Protector.
Alon. Oh, Treachery—have you so soon forgot
The noble Philip, and his glorious Heir,
The murder’d Ferdinand?—
And, Madam, you so soon forgot a Mother’s Name,
That you wou’d give him Power that kill’d your Son?
Abd. The Modesty wherewith I’ll use that Power,
Shall let you see, I have no other Interest
But what’s intirely Spain’s.—Restore their Swords,
And he amongst you all who is dissatisfy’d,
I set him free this minute.
Alon. I take thee at thy word— And instantly to Philip’s Camp will fly. [Exit.
Abd. By all the Gods my Ancestors ador’d,
But that I scorn the envying World shou’d think
I took delight in Blood—I wou’d not part so with you.
—But you, my Lords, who value Spain’s Repose,
Must for it instantly with me take Arms.
Prince Philip, and the Cardinal, now ride
Like Jove in Thunder; we in Storms must meet them.
To Arms! to Arms! and then to Victory,
Resolv’d to conquer, or resolv’d to die.
[Exeunt.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. Abdelazer’s Tent.
Enter Abdelazer, Osmin bearing his Helmet of Feathers, Zarrack with his Sword and Truncheon.
Abd. Come, Osmin, arm me quickly; for the Day Comes on apace, and the fierce Enemy Will take advantages by our delay.