Ele. Bastard of Spain!
Phil. Thou true-stamp'd son of hell,
Thy pedigree is written in thy face.
[Alarum and a battle; the Moor prevails: all exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Philip and Cardinal.
Phil. Move forward with your main battalion,
Or else all's lost.
Car. I will not move a foot.
Phil. S'heart! will you lose the day?
Car. You lose your wits,
You're mad; it is no policy.
Phil. You lie.