Ele. Ha! banish me! s'foot, why, say they do,
There's Portugal—a good air, and France—a fine country,
Or Barbary—rich, and has Moors; the Turk,
Pure devil, and allows enough to fat
The sides of villany—good living there!
I can live there, and there, and there;
Troth, 'tis a villain can live anywhere.
But say I go from hence: I leave behind me
A cardinal that will laugh; I leave behind me
A Philip that will clap his hands for joy.
And dance lavoltoes through the Castile court;
But the deep'st wound of all is this, I leave
My wrongs, dishonours, and my discontents—
O, unreveng'd; my bedrid enemies
Shall never be rais'd up by the strong physical
Curing of my sword; therefore stay still;
Many have hearts to strike, that dare not kill
Leave me, Maria. Cardinal, this disgrace
Shall dye thy soul as inky as my face.
Pish!—hence, Maria.
Enter Alvero.
Maria. To the king I'll fly,
He shall revenge my lord's indignity.
[Exit.
Alv. Mendoza woos the king to banish thee.
Startle thy wonted spirits, awake thy soul,
And on thy resolution fasten wings,
Whose golden feathers may outstrip their hate.
Ele. I'll tie no golden feathers to my wings.
Alv. Shall they thus tread thee down, which once were glad
To lacquey by thy conquering chariot-wheels?
Ele. I care not: I can swallow more sour wrongs.
Alv. If they triumph o'er thee, they'll spurn me down.
Ele. Look: spurn again!