Alon. The Moor in Tears! nay, then the Sin was his.
Leon. The Queen my Mother dead! How many Sorrows will my Heart let in, E’er it will break in pieces. [Weeps over her.
Alon. I know the Source of all this Villany, And need not ask you how the Queen came murder’d.
Elv. My Lord, that Fryer, from the Cardinal, did it.
Alon. The Cardinal!
’.is possible,—for the Injuries she did him
Cou’d be repaid with nothing less than Death. [Aside.
My Fair, your Griefs have been so just of late,
I dare not beg that you would weep no more;
Though every Tear those lovely Eyes let fall,
Give me a killing Wound—Remove the Body.
[Guards remove the Body. Ex. all but Alon. and Leon.
Such Objects suit not Souls so soft as thine.
Leon. With Horrors I am grown of late familiar;
I saw my Father die, and liv’d the while;
I saw my beauteous Friend, and thy lov’d Sister,
Florella, whilst her Breast was bleeding fresh;
Nay, and my Brother’s too, all full of Wounds,
The best and kindest Brother that ever Maid was blest with;
Poor Philip bound, and led like Victims for a Sacrifice;
All this I saw and liv’d—
And canst thou hope for Pity from that Heart,
Whose harden’d Sense is Proof ‘gainst all these Miseries?
This Moor, Alonzo, is a subtle Villain,
Yet of such Power we scarce dare think him such.
Alon. ‘Tis true, my charming Fair, he is that Villain, As ill and powerful too; yet he has a Heart That may be reach’d with this—but ‘tis not time, [Points to his Sword. We must dissemble yet, which is an Art Too foul for Souls so innocent as thine. Enter Abdelazer. The Moor! Hell! will he not allow us sorrowing time?
Abd. Madam, I come to pay my humblest Duty, And know what Service you command your Slave.