All. Live, Eleazar, Castile's royal king!
Rod. A villain and a base-born fugitive.
[Aside.]
Chris. A bloody tyrant and usurping slave.
[Aside.]
Ele. Thanks to you all: 'tis not the Spanish crown
That Eleazar strives for, but Spain's peace.
Amongst you I'll divide her empery:
Christofero shall wear Granada's crown;
To Roderigo I'll give Arragon;
Naples, Navarre, and fair Jerusalem
I'll give to other three; and then our viceroys
Shall shine about our bright Castilian crown,
As stars about the sun. Cry all, arm, arm;
Prince Philip and the cardinal do ride
Like Jove in thunder; in a storm we'll meet them.
Go, levy powers; if any man must fall,
My death shall first begin the funeral.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Enter Zarack and Balthazar, with calivers.
Bal. Is thy cock ready, and thy powder dry?