Queen-M. Then, as we gave directions, spread abroad
In Cadiz, Madrid, Granada, and Medina,
And all the royal cities of the realm,
Th' ambitious hopes of that proud bastard Philip:
And sometimes, as you see occasion,
Tickle the ears of the rude multitude
With Eleazar's praise; gild his virtues,
Naples' recovery, and his victories
Achiev'd against the Turkish Ottoman.
Will you do this for us?
Ele. Say, will you?
Both. Ay.
Ele. Why start you back and stare?
Ha! are you afraid?
Cole. O, no, sir, no! but, truth to tell,
Seeing your face, we thought of hell.
Ele. Hell is a dream.
Cole. But none do dream in hell.
Ele. Friars, stand to her and me; and by your sin
I'll shoulder out Mendoza from his seat,
And of two friars create you cardinals.
O, how would cardinals' hats on their heads sit?
Cole. This face would look most goodly under it.
Friar Crab and Cole do swear
In those circles still to appear,
In which she or you do charge us rise;
For you our lives we'll sacrifice.
Valete, gaudete:
Si pereamus, flete;
Orate pro nobis,
Oremus pro vobis.
Cole will be burnt and Crab be press'd,
Ere they prove knaves; thus are you cross'd and bless'd.
Ele. Away! you know. [Exeunt Friars.] Now, madam, none shall throw
Their leaden envy in an opposite scale,
To weigh down our true golden happiness.