Queen-M. His pleasure be obey'd. Dear love, farewell;
Remember your Maria.
[Exit.
Ele. Dear,[56] adieu;
With this I'll guard her, whilst it stabs at you.
[Points to his sword.
My lord,[57] the friars are won to join with us.
Be prosperous! about it, Balthazar.
Bal. The watchword?
Ele. O, the word; let it be Treason.
When we cry treason, break ope chamber doors:
Kill Philip and the cardinal. Hence!
Bal. I fly.
[Exit.
Ele. Murder, now ride in triumph; darkness, horror,
Thus I invoke your aid; your act begin;
Night is a glorious robe for th' ugliest sin.