As Philip is going off, he is overtook by Alonzo, Antonio, Sebastian, and other Officers: At the other side some Moors, and other of Abdelazer’s Party, enter and fall on Philip and the rest—the Moors are beaten off—one left dead on the Stage.—

Enter Abdelazer, with Roderigo and some others.

Abd. Oh, for more Work—more Souls to send to Hell! —Ha, ha, ha, here’s one going thither,—Sirrah—Slave Moor—who kill’d thee?—how he grins—this Breast, Had it been temper’d and made proof like mine, It never wou’d have been a Mark for Fools.

Abd. going out: Enter Philip, Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, and Officers, as passing over the Stage.

Phil. I’ll wear my Sword to th’ Hilt, but I will find The Subject of my Vengeance.— Moor, ‘tis for thee I seek, where art thou, Slave?—

Abd. Here, Philip. [Abd. turns.

Phil. Fate and Revenge, I thank thee.—

Abd. Why—thou art brave, whoe’er begot thee.

Phil. Villain, a King begot me.

Abd. I know not that, But I’ll be sworn thy Mother was a Queen, And I will kill thee handsomly for her sake.

[Offers to fight, their Parties hinder them.

Alon. Hold—hold, my Prince.

Osm. Great Sir, what mean you? [To Abd. The Victory being yours, to give your Life away On one so mad and desperate. [Their Parties draw.

Phil. Alonzo, hold, We two will be the Fate of this great Day.

Abd. And I’ll forego all I’ve already won, And claim no Conquest; the whole heaps of Bodies, Which this Right-hand has slain, declare me Victor.

Phil. No matter who’s the Victor; I have thee in my view, And will not leave thee, Till thou hast crown’d those Heaps, and made ‘em all The glorious Trophies of my Victory—Come on, Sir.

Alon. You shall not fight thus single; If you begin, by Heaven, we’ll all fall on.

Phil. Dost thou suspect my Power? Oh, I am arm’d with more than compleat Steel, The Justice of my Quarrel; when I look Upon my Father’s Wrongs, my Brother’s Wounds, My Mother’s Infamy, Spain’s Misery, I am all Fire; and yet I am too cold To let out Blood enough for my Revenge: —Therefore stir not a Sword on my side.

Abd. Nor on mine.

They fight; both their Parties engage on either side; the Scene draws off, and discovers both the Armies, which all fall on and make the main Battel: Philip prevails, the Moors give ground: Then the Scene closes to the the Grove. Enter some Moors flying in disorder.