Osm. The Cardinal, Sir, is close confin’d with Philip.
Abd. ‘Tis well.
Osm. And do you think it fit, Sir, they shou’d live?
Abd. No, this day they both must die, some sort of Death,
That may be thought was given them by themselves:
I’m sure I give them cause—Osmin, view well this Ring;
Whoever brings this Token to your Hands,
Without considering Sex, or Quality,
Let ‘em be kill’d.
Osm. Your Will shall be obey’d in every thing.
[Exeunt severally.
SCENE II. A fine Chamber. A Table and Chair.
Enter Queen and Elvira.
Qu. Elvira, hast thou drest my Lodgings up,
Fit to receive my Moor?
Are they all gay, as Altars, when some Monarch
Is there to offer up rich Sacrifices?
Hast thou strew’d all the Floor his Feet must press,
With the soft new-born Beauties of the Spring?
Elv. Madam, I’ve done as you commanded me.