Phil. Yes, lye, Sir,—therefore come on,
Follow the desperate Reer-Guard, which is mine,
And where I’ll die, or conquer—follow my Sword
The bloody way it leads, or else, by Heaven,
I’ll give the Moor the Victory in spite,
And turn my Force on thee—
Plague of your Cowardice—Come, follow me.
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SCENE V. The Grove.
As Philip is going off, he is overtook by Alonzo, Antonio, Sebastian, and other Officers: At the other side some Moors, and other of Abdelazer’s Party, enter and fall on Philip and the rest—the Moors are beaten off—one left dead on the Stage.—
Enter Abdelazer, with Roderigo and some others.
Abd. Oh, for more Work—more Souls to send to Hell!
—Ha, ha, ha, here’s one going thither,—Sirrah—Slave
Moor—who kill’d thee?—how he grins—this Breast,
Had it been temper’d and made proof like mine,
It never wou’d have been a Mark for Fools.
Abd. going out: Enter Philip, Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio,
and Officers, as passing over the Stage.
Phil. I’ll wear my Sword to th’ Hilt, but I will find The Subject of my Vengeance.— Moor, ‘tis for thee I seek, where art thou, Slave?—
Abd. Here, Philip. [Abd. turns.
Phil. Fate and Revenge, I thank thee.—