Thus do I tread upon you; out, begone!
One valiant is an host: fight then alone.
Enter Cardinal, Alvero, Christofero, and Soldiers.
Car. Prince Philip.
Phil. For the crown of Spain, come all.
Car. We come in love and peace.
Phil. But come in war;
Bring naked swords, not laurel boughs, in peace!
Plague on your rank peace! will you fight and cry,
Down with the Moor? and then I'm yours; I'll die.
I have a heart, two arms, a soul, a head;
I'll lay that down; I'll venture all—'sfoot, all!
Come, tread upon me, so that Moor may fall.
Car. By heaven, that Moor shall fall.
Phil. Thy hand and thine.
[Flings down his weapons.
Give me but half your hearts, you have all mine;
By heaven, shall he fall?