Alon. Yes, thine—
The little humble Mask which you put on
Upon the Face of Falshood, and Ambition,
Is easily seen thro; you gave a Crown,
But you’ll command the Kingly Power still,
Arm and disband, destroy or save at Pleasure.
Abd. Vain Boy, (whose highest Fame,
Is that thou art the great Alvaro’s Son)
Where learnt you so much daring, to upbraid
My generous Power thus falsly—do you know me?
Alon. Yes, Prince, and ‘tis that Knowledge makes me dare;
I know thy Fame in Arms; I know in Battels
Thou hast perform’d Deeds much above thy Years:
My Infant Courage too
(By the same Master taught) grew up to thine,
When thou in Rage out-didst me, not in Bravery.
—I know thou’st greater Power too—thank thy Treachery!
Abd. Dost thou not fear that Power?
Alon. By Heaven, not I, Whilst I can this—command. [Lays his Hand on his Sword.
Abd. I too command a Sword.
[Abd. lays his Hand on his, and comes close up to him.
But not to draw on thee, Alonzo;
Since I can prove thy Accusation false
By ways more grateful—take this Ring, Alonzo;
The sight of it will break down Prison-Gates,
And set all free, as was the first-born Man.
Alon. What means this turn?
Abd. To enlarge Philip; but on such Conditions, As you think fit to make for my Security: And as thou’rt brave, deal with me as I merit.
Alon. Art thou in earnest?
Abd. I am, by all that’s sacred.