Act 2 — SCENE IV.
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Enter Cole and Crab in trousers; the Cardinal in one of their weeds, and Philip putting on the other.
Friars. Put on, my lord, and fly, or else you die. Phil. I will not, I will die first. Cardinal, Prythee, good cardinal, pluck off, friars; slave! Murder us two! he shall not, by this sword. Car. My lord, you will endanger both our lives. Phil. I care not; I'll kill some before I die. Away! s'heart! take your rags! Moor, devil, come. Friars. My lord, put on, or else—— Phil. God's foot! come, help. Car. Ambitious villain! Philip, let us fly Into the chamber of the mother-queen. Phil. Thunder beat down the lodgings. Car. Else Let's break into the chamber of the king. Phil. Agreed. A pox upon these lousy gabardines. Agreed; I am for you, Moor; stand side by side; Come, hands off; leave your ducking.[58] Hell cannot fright Their spirits that do desperately fight. Cole. You are too rash, you are too hot; Wild desperateness doth valour blot. The lodging of the king's beset With staring faces black as jet, And hearts of iron: your deaths are vow'd, If you fly that way; therefore shroud Your body in friar Cole's grey weed; For is't not madness, man, to bleed, When you may 'scape untouch'd away? Here's hell, here's heaven: here if you stay, You're gone, you're gone; friar Crab and I Will here dance friskin, whilst you fly. Gag us, bind us, come put on; The gag's too wide; so gone, gone, gone! Phil. O, well, I'll come again. Lord Cardinal, Take you the castle, I'll to Portugal. I vow I'll come again, and if I do—— Car. Nay, good my lord. Phil. Black devil, I'll conjure you.
[Exeunt.