Enter Cardinal and King of Portugal on the one, and Moors on the other side.
Car. Side, upon the Moors.
1st Moor. Side, upon the cardinal.
Phil. Hold, cardinal; strike not any of our side.
Ele. Hold, Moors; strike not any of our side.
Phil. We two will close this battle.
Ele. Come, agreed.
Stand, armies, and give aim, whilst we two bleed.
Car. With poniards! 'tis too desperate, dear Philip.
Phil. Away! have at the Moor! s'heart! let me come.
King of P. Be arm'd with manly weapons: 'tis for slaves
To dig their own and such unworthy graves.