Enter all below.
Phil. I thank you for that flout,[79]
To let Alvero in, and let you out.
Ele. Villains! slaves! am not I your lord, the Moor?
And Eleazar?
Queen-M. And the devil of hell;
And more than that, and Eleazar too.
Ele. And, devil's dam, what do I here with you?
Queen-M. My tongue shall torture thee.
Ele. I know thee then;
All women's tongues are tortures unto men.
Queen-M. Spaniards, this was the villain; this is he
Who, through enticements of alluring lust
And glory, which makes silly women proud
And men malicious, did incense my spirit
Beyond the limits of a woman's mind
To wrong myself and that lord cardinal;
And (that which sticks more near unto my blood),
He that was nearest to my blood, my son,
To dispossess him of his right by wrong:
O, that I might embrace him on this breast,
Which did enclose him, when he first was born:
No greater happiness can heav'n show'r upon
Me than to circle in these arms of mine
That son, whose royal blood I did defame,
To crown with honour an ambitious Moor.
Phil. Thus then thy happiness is complete;