Queen. If therefore by the riddance of this Dame—
Bal. Riddance? oh! the meaning on't is murder.
Mal. Stab her or so, that's all.
Queen. That Spaine be free from frights, the King from feares,
And I, now held his Infamy, be called Queene;
The Treasure of the kingdome shall lye open
To pay thy Noble darings.
Bal. Come, Ile doo't, provided I heare Jove call to me tho he rores; I must have the King's hand to this warrant, else I dare not serve it upon my Conscience.
Queen. Be firme, then; behold the King is come.
Enter King.
Bal. Acquaint him.
Queen. I found the metal hard, but with oft beating Hees now so softened he shall take impression From any seale you give him.
King. Baltazar,
Come hither, listen; whatsoe're our Queene
Has importun'd thee to, touching Onaelia
(Neece to the Constable) and her young sonne,
My voyce shall second it and signe her promise.