Whilst you at home suffered bis bed-chamber
To be a brothelry,—whilst you at home,
Suffer'd his queen to be a concubine,
And wanton red-cheek'd boys to be her bawds;
Whilst she, reeking in that letcher's arms
Eleazar. Me!
Phil. Villain, 'tis thee! thou hell-begotten fiend!
At thee I stare!———"
Act the third opens with the following address to Night.
"Queen. Fair eldest child of Love! thou spotless Night,
Empress of Silence, and the queen of Sleep,
Who with thy black cheeks' pure complexion,
Mak'st lovers' eyes enamoured of thy beauty!—
Thou'rt like my Moor!———
Eleazar, raging for the death of his wife Maria, fancies king Fernando to be the murderer.
"Eleaz. Now, by the proud complexion of my cheeks,
Ta'en from the kisses of the amorous Sun,
Were he ten thousand kings that slew my love,
Thus should my hand, plum'd with Revenge's wings,
Requite mine own dishonour and her death.
The king being slain, the Moorish prince thus solicits the crown of Castile.—
