Queen-M. Thou villain, what intend'st thou, savage slave?
Ele. To advance virtue thus, and thus to tread
On lust, on murder, on adultery's head.
Look, lords, upon your sovereign Isabel;
Though all may doubt the fruits of such a womb,
Is she not like King Philip? Let her rule.
Queen-M. She rule!
Ele. She rule: ay, she.
Queen-M. A child
To sway an empire? I am her protectress;
I'll pour black curses on thy damned head
If thou wrong'st me. Lords, lords!
Ele. Princes of Spain,
Be deaf, be blind; hear not, behold her not;
She kill'd my virtuous wife.
Queen-M. He kill'd your king.
Ele. 'Twas in my just wrath.
Queen-M. 'Twas to get his crown.
Ele. His crown! why, here 'tis: thou slew'st my Maria,
To have access to my unstained bed.