SCENE II.
Enter the young King, the Queen-Mother, the Duke of Medina, the Duke D' Alva, the Marquess of Alcara, Count Bruchero and the Confessor, carying the King's Will upon a Cu∣shion in State.
Queen.
SHou'd we all stay, till we had pay'd our griefs
To his dead Majesty; we shou'd neglect
The Just performance of his sacred Will.
By long continu'd Sorrows: Therefore we must
Beg so much time from tears, as to fulfil
The Last commands of our dead Sovereign.
In which your Services we must command.
Med.
Madam, th' Affairs of Spain, dwell in a Calm
By the wise Conduct of our dead Master:
And our last troubles in the Belgicke Wars,
Back•• by the English, for a time laid by;
So that the breath we have from all our toyls
May be employ'd in this our last obedience,
To our dead Sovereign; and our future Loyalties
Perform'd to this fair risen Sun.
D' Alva.
The first visit this new Sun must make
Is through the several Governments; calling all
To just Accounts, that those that have done well
May be continu'd, other Men remov'd.
Alca.
Committees for that purpose, must be impower'd.
At our next meeting, and the Peoples Oaths
In every Province taken for the King.
Bruch.
Then all the Garrisons must be survey'd,
The General, Colonels, and the Captains, sworn
By a new Oath, to their immediate King;
And all the Souldiers pay'd their full Arrears.
Queen.
Add to this our Navies, and our Gallies,
And then Embassadors to several Nations
Must be next thought on, the King and I
Will if he pleases go to the Escurial,
Till all things are dispos'd in better order.
Alca.
Madam, the Marquess of Lerma is yet in Court.
Queen.
To little purpose Alcara; That's not forgot
In the King's Will, and we must blast him hence
With the disdain, that by the Will's bequeath'd him.
D' Alva.
He is a danger always where he is.
Queen.
The King has left us heirs unto his State,
And we have not forgot, the sawcy words
His idle Spleen gave out against our Person;
I'll keep him like a poyson, in a glass,
Till his own venome bursts him.