Car. I confess guilty, Philip is my son;
Her majesty hath nam'd the time and place.
Alv. To you, but not to us; go forward, madam.
Queen-M. Within the circle of twice ten years since,
Your deceas'd king made war in Barbary,
Won Tunis, conquer'd Fez, and hand to hand
Slew great Abdela, King of Fez, and father
To that Barbarian prince.
Ele. I was but young, but now methinks
I see my father's wounds: poor Barbaria!
No more—
Queen-M. In absence of my lord, mourning his want,
To me alone, being in my private walk—
I think at Salamanca:—yes, 'twas there;
Enters Mendoza, under show of shrift,[69]
Threatens my death if I denied his lust;
In fine, by force he won me to his will:
I wept, and cried for help, but all in vain.
Mendoza there abus'd the bed of Spain.
Ele. Spaniard or Moor, that saucy slave shall die.
Alv. Why did you not complain of this vile act?
Queen-M. Alas! I was alone, young, full of fear,
Bashful and doubtful of my own defame;
Knowing King Philip rash and jealous,
I hid his sins, thinking to hide my shame.
Hor. What says the cardinal?
Car. Such a time there was;
'Tis pass'd: I'll make amends with marriage,
And satisfy with trentals,[70] dirges, prayers,
The offended spirit of the wronged king.