SCENE IV.

Enter Cole and Crab in trousers; the Cardinal in one of their weeds, and Philip putting on the other.

Friars. Put on, my lord, and fly, or else you die.

Phil. I will not, I will die first. Cardinal,
Prythee, good cardinal, pluck off, friars; slave!
Murder us two! he shall not, by this sword.

Car. My lord, you will endanger both our lives.

Phil. I care not; I'll kill some before I die.
Away! s'heart! take your rags! Moor, devil, come.

Friars. My lord, put on, or else——

Phil. God's foot! come, help.

Car. Ambitious villain! Philip, let us fly
Into the chamber of the mother-queen.

Phil. Thunder beat down the lodgings.