Abd. ‘Twill be a Victory worthy of your Beauty. —I must to Horse, farewel, my generous Mistress.
Qu. Farewel! and may thy Arms as happy prove, As shall my Art, when it dissembles Love.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. Philip’s Tent.
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.