Covers a Soul more sanctify'd than this
Moorish Robe.

_Phil_. Damn his Religion--he has a thousand Crimes
That will yet better justify your Sentence.

_Men_. Come not within the Court; for if you do,
Worse mischief shall ensue--you have your Sentence.
[_Ex_. Phil, _and_ Men.

_Alon_. My Brother banish'd! 'tis very sudden;
For thy sake, Sister, this must be recall'd. [_To_ Flor.

_Qu. Alonzo_, join with me, I'll to the King,
And check the Pride of this insulting Cardinal.
[_Exeunt all, except_ Abdelazer, Florella.

_Abd_. Banish'd! if I digest this Gall,
May Cowards pluck the Wreath from off my Brow,
Which I have purchas'd with so many Wounds,
And all for Spain; for _Spain_! ingrateful _Spain_!--
Oh, my _Florella_, all my Glory's vanish'd,
The Cardinal (Oh damn him) wou'd have me banish'd.

_Flor_. But, Sir, I hope you will not tamely go.

_Abd_. Tamely!--ha, ha, ha,--yes, by all means--
A very honest and religious Cardinal!

_Flor_. I wou'd not for the World you should be banish'd.