[Exeunt all but Alvero, Queen and Eleazar.
SCENE IV.
Alv. Why should my son be banished?
Enter Maria.
Queen-M. Of that dispute not now. Alvero,
I'll to the king my son; it shall be tried,
If Castile's king can cool a cardinal's pride.
[Exeunt Queen and Alvero.
Ele. If I digest this gall—O my Maria,
I am whipp'd, and rack'd, and torn upon the wheel
Of giddy Fortune; she and her minions
Have got me down, and treading on my bosom,
They cry, Lie still: the cardinal
(O rare!) would bandy me away from Spain,
And banish me to beg—ay, beg with slaves.
Maria. Conquer with patience these indignities.
Ele. Patience! ha, ha! yes, yes, an honest cardinal!
Maria. Yet smother [still] the grief, and seek revenge.