King. Call me thy morning then; for, like the morn,
In pride Maria shall through Spain be borne.
[Music plays within.
This music was prepar'd to please thine ears:[60]
Love me, and thou shalt hear no other sounds.
[A banquet brought in.
Lo, here's a banquet set with mine own hands;
Love me, and thus I'll feast thee like a queen.
I might command thee, being thy sovereign;
But love me, and I'll kneel and sue to thee,
And circle this white forehead with the crown
Of Castile, Portugal, and Arragon,
And all those petty kingdoms which do bow
Their tributary knees to Philip's heir.
Maria. I cannot love you whilst my husband lives.
King. I'll send him to the wars, and in the front
Of some main army shall he nobly die.
Maria. I cannot love you if you murder him.
King. For thy sake then I'll call a parliament,
And banish by a law all Moors from Spain.