Queen-M. Stand you all still, and see me thus trod down?
Phil. Stand you all still, yet let this devil stand here?
Men. Forbear, sweet prince. Eleazar, I am now
Protector to Fernando, King of Spain;
By that authority, and by consent
Of all these peers, I utterly deprive thee
Of all those royalties thou holdst in Spain.
Queen-M. Cardinal, who lends thee this commission?
Ele. Cardinal, I'll shorten thee by the head for this.
Phil. Forward, my Lord Mendoza; damn the fiend.
Ele. Princes of Spain, consent you to this pride?
All. We do.
Queen-M. For what cause? Let his faith be tried.
Men. His treasons need no trial, they're too plain.
Come not within the court; for, if you do,
To beg with Indian slaves I'll banish you.