Lust’s Dominion – Act Four, Scene One

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Scene One

Enter EMMANUEL, King of Portugal, PRINCE PHILIP, CARDINAL MENDOZA, ALVERO, with drums and Soldiers marching.

KING OF PORTUGAL
Poor Spain, how is the body of thy peace
Mangled and torn by an ambitious Moor!
How is thy prince and counsellors abus’d
And trodden under the base foot of scorn.
Wrong’d lords, Emmanuel of Portugal partakes
A feeling share in all your miseries,
And though the tardy hand of slow delay
Withheld us from preventing your mishaps,
Yet shall revenge dart black confusion
Into the bosom of that damned fiend.

PHILIP
But is it possible our mother queen
Should countenance his ambition?

ALVERO
Her advice
Is as a steersman to direct his course.
Besides, as we by circumstance have learnt,
She means to marry him.

PHILIP
Then here upon my knees
I pluck allegiance from her; all that love
Which by innative duty I did owe her
Shall henceforth be converted into hate.
This will confirm the world’s opinion
That I am base born, and the damned Moor
Had interest in my birth, this wrong alone
Gives new fire to the cinders of my rage.
I may be well-transformed from what I am,
When a black devil is husband to my dam.

KING OF PORTUGAL
Prince, let thy rage give way to patience,
And set a velvet brow upon the face
Of wrinkled anger.  Our keen swords
Must right these wrongs, and not light airy words.

PHILIP
Yet words may make the edge of rage more sharp,
And whet a blunted courage with revenge.

ALVERO
Here’s none wants whetting, for our keen resolves
Are steel’d unto the back with double wrongs;
Wrongs that would make a handless man take arms;
Wrongs that would make a coward resolute.

CARDINAL
Why then join all our several wrongs in one,
And from these wrongs assume a firm resolve
To send this devil to damnation.                                             [Drums afar off.

PHILIP
I hear the sound of his approaching march.
Stand fair.  Saint Jaques for the right of Spain!

To them enter ELEAZAR, RODERIGO, CHRISTOFERO, with drums, colours, and Soldiers, marching bravely.

ELEAZAR
Bastard of Spain?

PHILIP
Thou true stamp’d son of hell,
Thy pedigree is written in thy face.

[Alarum and a battle; ELEAZAR prevails. All exeunt.

Proceed to the next scene

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