[Queen and they talk.
Ele. Spaniard or Moor, the saucy slave shall die.
O, 'twould seem best it should be thus, Mendoza;
She to accuse, I urge, and both conclude
Your marriage, like a comic interlude.
Lords, will you hear this hateful sin confess'd,
And not impose upon the ravisher death,
The due punishment? O, it must be so.
Alv. What does the queen desire?
Queen-M. Justice, revenge,
On vile Mendoza for my ravishment.
I kiss the cold earth with my humble knees,
From whence I will not rise, till some just hand
Cast to the ground the traitor cardinal.
All. Stand forth, Mendoza.
Ele. Swells your heart so high?
Down, lecher; if you will not stand, then lie.
Car. You have betray'd me by my too much trust;
I never did this deed of rape and lust.
Rod. Your tongue confess'd it.
Car. True, I was entic'd.
Ele. Entic'd! do you believe that?