Alphonso and Pedro meet, with Soldiers on each Side, Drums, &c.
Alph. Stand: give the word.
Ped. The queen of Arragon.
Alph. Pedro?—how goes the night?
Ped. She wears apace.
Alph. Then welcome day-light; we shall have warm work on't.
The Moor will 'gage
His utmost forces on this next assault,
To win a queen and kingdom.
Ped. Pox on this lion-way of wooing, though.
Is the queen stirring yet?
386 Alph. She has not been abed, but in her chapel
All night devoutly watched, and bribed the saints
With vows for her deliverance.
Ped. O, Alphonso!
I fear they come too late. Her father's crimes
Sit heavy on her, and weigh down her prayers.
A crown usurped; a lawful king deposed,
In bondage held, debarred the common light;
His children murdered, and his friends destroyed,—
What can we less expect than what we feel,
And what we fear will follow?
Alph. Heaven avert it!