Away! stay you and guard us. Where's the Moor?
I'll lose what I have got, a victor's prize,
Yielding myself a prisoner to your eyes.
Queen-M. Mine eyes shall quickly grant you liberty.
The Moor stays my return; I'll put on wings,
And fetch him; to make peace belongs to kings.
As she goes out, enter Eleazar, Zarack, Balthazar, and Soldiers well armed; at sight of each other, all draw.
Car. Soldiers, call back the drum: we are betray'd.
Ele. Moors, stand upon your guard; avoid, look back.
Queen-M. What means this jealousy? Mendoza, Moor,
Lay by your weapons and embrace; the sight
Of this and this begets suspicion.
Eleazar, by my birth, he comes in peace:
Mendoza, by mine honour, so comes he.
Car. Discharge these soldiers then.
Ele. And these.
[Soldiers stand aloof.
Car. Away!