Muza. What! art thou not? begone.
Tarik. Reply not, brave Hernando, but retire.
All can revile, few only can reward.
Behold the meed our mighty chief bestows!
Accept it, for thy services, and mine.
More, my bold Spaniard, hath obedience won
Than anger, even in the ranks of war.
Her. The soldier, not the Spaniard, shall obey.
[Muza, to Tarik.
Muza. Into our very council bringest thou
Children of reprobation and perdition?
Darkness thy deeds and emptiness thy speech,
Such images thou raisest as buffoons
Carry in merriment on festivals,
Nor worthiness nor wisdom would display
To public notice their deformities,
Nor cherish them nor fear them; why shouldst thou?
Tarik. I fear not them nor thee.
ACT V. SCENE 3.
Egilona enters.
Abd. Advance, O queen.
Now let the turbulence of faction cease.
Muza. Whate’er thy purpose, speak, and be composed.