King. The woman's mad; to some apartment by
Remove her, where she may grow tame and die.—
Fate came abroad to night, resolved to range:
I love a kind companion in revenge. [Hugs Ruy-Gomez.
D. of Eboli. If in your heart truth any favour wins,
If e'er you would repent of secret sins,
Hear me a word.
King. What wouldst thou say? Be brief.
D. of Eboli. Do what you can to save that precious life;
Try every art that may her death prevent:
You are abused, and she is innocent.
When I perceived my hopes of you were vain,
Led by my lust, I practised all my charms
To gain the prince, Don Carlos, to my arms;
But, there too crossed, I did the purpose change,
And pride made him my engine for revenge;
[To Ruy-Gomez.
Taught him to raise your growing jealousy.
Then my wild passion at this prince did fly,
[To Don John.
And that was done for which I now must die.
King. Ha! Gomez, speak, and quickly; is it so?
Ruy-Gom. I'm sorry you should doubt if't be or no.
She, by whose lust my honour was betrayed,
Cannot want malice now to take my head;
And therefore does this penitence pretend.