QUEEN
I will, I must speak more.
KING
Thunder aloud.
QUEEN
My child, yet newly quickened in my womb,
Is blasted with the fires of bastardy.
KING
Who! Who dares once but think so in his dream?
MALATESTE
Medina's faction preached it openly.
KING
Be cursed he and his faction. Oh how I labour
For these preventions! But so cross is fate
My ills are ne'r hid from me, but their cures.
What's to be done?
QUEEN
That which being left undone,
Your life lies at the stake. Let them be breathless
Both brat and mother.
KING
Ha!
MALATESTE
She plays true music Sir.
The mischiefs you are drenched in are so full,
You need not fear to add to them. Since now
No way is left to guard thy rest secure,
But by a means like this.
LOPEZ
All Spain rings forth
Medina's name, and his confederates.