Isa. If then my speeches taste of gall——
Ele. Nay, faith,
You are not bitter; no; you should have rail'd,
Have spit upon me, spurn'd me; you're not bitter:
Why, do you think that I would nurse a thought,
To hurt your honour? If that thought had brains,
I'd beat them out. But come; by this Hortenzo
Is fast.
Isa. Ha! fast?
Ele. Ay, fast—in Philip's arms;
Wrestling together for the prize of love;
By this they're on the way: I'll be your guard;
Come, follow me; I'll lead you in the van,
Where [Aside] thou shalt see four chins upon one chain.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Hortenzo, Queen-Mother, Cardinal, and Philip, chained by the necks. Zarack and Balthazar busy about fastening Hortenzo.
Hor. You damned ministers of villany,
Sworn to damnation by the book of hell;
You maps of night, you element of devils,
Why do you yoke my neck with iron chains?
Bal. Many do borrow chains, but you have this
Gratis for nothing.
Car. Slaves, unbind us.