1 Sold. And did he die, Sir?
Phil. He wou’d not but have dy’d for Caesar’s Empire.
1 Sold. Hah—why, Sir, I’m none of Sceva, but honest Diego, yet would as willingly die as he, but that I have a Wife and Children; and if I die they beg.
Phil. For every drop of Blood which thou shalt lose, I’ll give thy Wife—a Diadem.
Sold. Stark mad, as I am valiant!
Enter Card. Officers and Soldiers: Philip offers to run on him, is held by Alonzo.
Phil. Oh Heav’n! is not that the Cardinal? Traitor, how dar’st thou tempt my Rage, and Justice?
Card. Your Pardon, Sir, I come in humble Love To offer happy Peace.
Phil. Was that thy aim when base Retreat was sounded?
Oh, thou false Cardinal—let me go, Alonzo—
Death! offer happy Peace! no, offer War,
Bring Fire and Sword—Hell and Damnation-Peace!
Oh, damn your musty Peace—No, will you fight and cry,
Down with the Moor! and then I’ll die in peace.
I have a Heart, two Arms, a Soul, a Head,
I’ll hazard these—I can but hazard all—
Come—I will kneel to thee—and be thy Slave—
[Kneels.
I’ll let thee tread on me, do any thing,
So this damn’d Moor may fall.
Card. Yes, Sir, he shall—