Lust’s Dominion – Act Three, Scene Three

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Enter ZARACK and BALTAZAR with calivers.

BALTAZAR
Is thy cock ready, and thy powder dry?

ZARACK
My cock stands perching, like a cock o’ the game, with a red coal for his crest instead of a calm; and for my powder, ‘tis but touch and take.

BALTAZAR
I have tickling gear too; anon I’ll cry here I have it, and yonder I see it. But, Zarack, is’t policy for us to kill these bald-pates?

ZARACK
Is’t policy for us to save ourselves? If they life, we die. Is’t not wisdom then to send them to heaven, rather then be sent ourselves? Come, you black slave, be resolute. This way they come, there they will stand, and yonder will I stand.

BALTAZAR
And in yonder hole I.

ZARACK
Out amiable faces cannot be seen if we keep close, therefore hide your cock’s head, lest his burning cock’s-comb betray us. But soft, which of the two shall be thy white?

BALTAZAR
That black villain Friar Cole.

ZARACK
I shall have a sharp piece of service. Friar Crab shall be my man. Farewell, and be resolute.

BALTAZAR
Zounds, Zarack, I shall never have the hart to do’t.

ZARACK
You rogue! Think who commands: Eleazar.
Who shall rise? Baltazar.
Who shall die? A lousy friar.
Who shall live out good lord and master?
The negro king of Spain!

BALTAZAR
Cole, thou art but a dead man and shall turn to ashes.                     [Exit.

ZARACK
Crab, there’s that shall make vinegar of thy carcass.                        [Exit.

Enter CRAB and COLE with a rout of stinkards following them.

CRAB
Ay, brother, ‘tis best so, now we have drawn them to a head. We’ll begin here i’th’marketplace. Tut, so long as we be commanded by the mother queen, we’ll say her son is a bastard, and he were ten Philips.

COLE
Take you one market form, I’ll take another.

CRAB
No, gods so. We must both keep one form.

COLE
Ay, in oration, but not in station. Mount, mount!

FIRST STINKARD
Well, my masters, you know him not so well as I. On my word, Friar Crab is a sour fellow.

SECOND STINKARD
Yet he may utter sweet doctrine, by your leave. But what think you of Friar Cole?

FIRST STINKARD
He’s all fire and he be kindled once. A hot Catholic.

THIRD STINKARD
And you mark him, he has a zealous nose, and richly inflam’d.

FIRST STINKARD
Peace, you rogues. Now they begin.

CRAB
Incipe frater?

COLE
Non ego Domine.

CRAB
Nec ego.

COLE
Quare?

CRAB
Quia?

COLE
Quæso.

ALL
Here’s a queasy beginning, methinks. Silence, silence.

CRAB
Brethern, citizens, and market-folks of Seville.

COLE
Well beloved and honoured Castilians—

CRAB
It is not unknown to you—

COLE
I am sure you are not ignorant—

CRAB
How villainous and strong—

COLE
How monstrous and huge—

CRAB
The faction of Prince Philip is.

COLE
Philip that is a bastard—

CRAB
Philip that is a dastard—

COLE
Philip that has kill’d your king—

CRAB
Only to make himself king—

COLE
And, by God’s blessed lady, you are all damn’d, and you suffer it.

FIRST STINKARD
Friar Cole speaks true; he speaks out of the heat of his zeal. Look how he glows.

SECOND STINKARD
Well, Friar Crab, for my money. He has set my teeth an edge against this bastard.

FIRST STINKARD
Oh! his words are like vergis,  to whet a man’s stomach.

ALL
Silence, silence.

CRAB
Now, contrariwise—

COLE
Your noble king, the Moor—

CRAB
Is a valiant gentleman—

COLE
A noble gentleman—

CRAB
An honourable gentleman—

COLE
A fair black gentleman—

CRAB
A friend to Castilians—

COLE
A champion for Castilians—

CRAB
A man fit to be a king.

COLE
If he were not born down by him that would be king, who, as I said before, is a bastard, and no king.

FIRST STINKARD
What think you, my masters? Do you mark his words well?

CRAB
Further compare them together.

ALL
S’blood, there’s no comparison between them.

COLE
Nay, but hear us, good countrymen.

ALL
Hear Friar Cole, hear Friar Cole!

COLE
Set that bastard and Eleazar together.

FIRST STINKARD
How mean you? By the ears?

CRAB
No, but compare them.

COLE
Do but compare them.

SECOND STINKARD.
Zounds, we say again, comparisons are odious.

FIRST STINKARD
But say, go on.                                                             [Pieces go off; Friars die.

ALL
Treason, tresson! Every man shift for himself. This is Philip’s treason! Arm, arm, arm!                                                                                                             [Exeunt.

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