KING Wine. A full cup crowned to Medina's health.
MEDINA Your highness this day so much honours me, That I to pay you what I truly owe, My life shall venture for it.
KING Onaelia, you are sad. Why frowns your brow?
ONAELIA A foolish memory of my past ills Folds up my look in furrows of old care, But my heart's merry, Sir.
KING Which mirth to heighten, Your bridegroom and yourself first pledge this health Which we begin to our High Constable.
Three cups filled, one to the King, the second to the Bridegroom and the third to Onaelia, with whom the King compliments.
KING Here's to Medina's heart with all my heart.
MEDINA My heart shall pledge your heart i'th deepest draught That ever Spaniard drank.
KING Medina mocks me, Because I wrong her with the largest bowl. I'll change with thee Onaelia.
KING This is your scorn to her, because I am doing This poorest honour to her. Music sound, It goes were it ten fathoms to the ground.
Cornets play. King drinks, Queen and Malateste storm.
MALATESTE Fate strikes with the wrong weapon.
QUEEN Sweet Royal Sir no more, it is too deep.
MALATESTE Alas Sir. You have drunk your last, that poisoned bowl I filled Not to be put in your hand, but hers.
[The faction turn on Malateste and wound him.]
CARDINAL What new fury shakes now with her snake's locks?
QUEN I, I, 'tis I Whose soul is torn in pieces, till I send This harlot home.
BALTHAZAR Rampant? Let the Constable make a mittimus <60>.
KING I feel no poison yet, only mine eyes Are putting out their lights. Me thinks I feel Death's icy fingers stroking down my face. And now I'm in a mortal cold sweat.
MEDINA Thy physician tyrant, Dwells yonder, call on him or none.
KING Bloody Medina, stab'st thou Brutus too?
KING I burn, My brains boil in a cauldron, oh one drop Of water now to cool me.
KING Physicians for my soul, I need none else. You'll not deny me those. Oh holy father, Is there no mercy hovering in a cloud For me a miserable King so drenched In perjury and murder?
CARDINAL I'll forthwith send For a grave Friar to be your confessor.
CARDINAL And he shall cure your wounded soul. Fetch him good soldier.
KING Onaelia! Oh she's drowned in tears! Onaelia, Let me not die unpardoned at thy hands.
Enter Balthazar, Sebastian as a Friar with others.