Osm. Sir, arm your Hand with this. [Gives Phil. a Sword, goes to undo Alonzo.
Zar. Thou art half-damn’d for this! I’ll to my Prince—
Phil. I’ll stop you on your way—lie there—your Tongue
[Kills him.
Shall tell no Tales to day—Now, Cardinal—but hold,
I scorn to strike thee whilst thou art unarm’d,
Yet so thou didst to me;
For which I have not leisure now to kill thee.
—Here, take thy Liberty;—nay, do not thank me;
By Heaven, I do not mean it as a Grace.
Osm. My Lord, take this— [To Alon. and the Card. And this—to arm your Highness.
Alon. Thou dost amaze me!
Osm. Keep in your Wonder with your Doubts, my Lord.
Phil. We cannot doubt, whilst we’re thus fortify’d— [Looks on his Sword. Come, Osmin, let us fall upon the Guards.
Osm. There are no Guards, great Sir, but what are yours; And see—your Friends I’ve brought to serve ye too.
[_Opens a back Door. Enter Leonora and Women, Ordonio, Sebastian, Antonio, etc.
Phil. My dearest Sister safe!