The devil and his dam, the Moor and my mother,
Their warrant I will not obey: old greybeard,
Thou shalt not be my jailer; there's no prison,
No dungeon deep enough, no grates so strong,
That can keep in a man so mad with wrong.
What, dost thou weep?
Alv. I would fain shed a tear,
But from mine eyes so many show'rs are gone;
Grief drinks my tears so fast, that here's not one.
You must to prison.
Phil. Dost thou speak to me?
Alv. You must to prison.
Phil. And from thence to death.
I thought I should have had a tomb hung round
With tatter'd colours, broken spears; I thought
My body should have fallen down full of wounds;
But one can kill an emperor, fool; then why
Wouldst thou have many? Curse, be mad, and die.
[Exeunt.
ACT V., SCENE 1.
Enter Roderigo and Christofero, two bare-headed before them; Cardinal alone; Zarack and Balthazar bearing the crown on a cushion; Eleazar next; Queen-Mother after him; other Lords after her; Alvero, sad, meets them.
Car. Alvero, 'tis the pleasure of the king,
Of the queen-mother, and these honoured states,
To ease you of Philippo; there's a warrant
Sent to remove him to a stronger guard.