Phil. ‘Tis a sad Story thou hast told, Alonzo; Yet ‘twill not make me shed one single Tear: They must be all of Blood that I will offer To my dear Brother’s Ghost— But, gallant Friend, this Good his Ills have done, To turn thee over to our juster Interest, For thou didst love him once.

Alon. Whilst I believ’d him honest, and for my Sister’s sake; But since, his Crimes have made a Convert of me.

Phil. Gods! is it possible the Queen should countenance His horrid Villanies?

Alon. Nay, worse than so,’.is thought she’ll marry him.

Phil. Marry him! then here upon my Knees I vow, [Kneels. To shake all Duty from my Soul; And all that Reverence Children owe a Parent, Shall henceforth be converted into Hate. [Rises. —Damnation! marry him! Oh, I cou’d curse my Birth! This will confirm the World in their Opinion, That she’s the worst of Women; That I am basely born too, (as she gives it out) That Thought alone does a just Rage inspire, And kindles round my Heart an active Fire.

Alan. A Disobedience, Sir, to such a Parent, Heaven must forgive the Sin, if this be one: —Yet do not, Sir, in Words abate that Fire, Which will assist you a more effectual way.

Phil. Death! I could talk of it an Age; And, like a Woman, fret my Anger high: Till like my Rage, I have advanc’d my Courage, Able to fight the World against my Mother.

Alan. Our Wrongs without a Rage, will make us fight, Wrongs that wou’d make a Coward resolute.

Phil. Come, noble Youth, Let us join both our several Wrongs in one, And from them make a solemn Resolution, Never to part our Interest, till this Moor, This worse than Devil Moor be sent to Hell.

Alon. I do.

Phil. Hark—hark—the Charge is sounded, let’s to Horse, St. Jaques for the Right of Spain and me.

[Exeunt.