Qu. The Cardinal— [All rise in Amazement.
Card. How’s this, Madam!
Abd. How! the Cardinal!
Card. I Philip’s Father, Madam!
Qu. Dull Lover—is not all this done for thee! Dost thou not see a Kingdom and my self, By this Confession, thrown into thy Arms?
Card. On Terms so infamous I must despise it.
Qu. Have I thrown by all Sense of Modesty, To render you the Master of my Bed, To be refus’d—was there any other way?—
Card. I cannot yield; this Cruelty transcends All you have ever done me—Heavens! what a Contest Of Love and Honour swells my rising Heart!
Qu. By all my Love, if you refuse me now, Now when I have remov’d all Difficulties, I’ll be reveng’d a thousand killing ways.
Card. Madam, I cannot own so false a thing, My Conscience and Religion will not suffer me.