Alv. Then will Spain flourish.
Ele. Ay, when it is mine.
Rod. O heavenly meeting!
Ele. We must part in hell.
[Aside.
Chris. True peace of joy.
[Exeunt.
Manent Eleazar, Philip, and Hortenzo.
Ele. 'Tis a dissembling knell;
Farewell, my lords; meet there; so, ha, ha, ha!
[Draws his rapier.