Will you not help me here?
MARY. Alas! the Council will not hear of war.
They say your wars are not the wars of England.
They will not lay more taxes on a land
So hunger-nipt and wretched; and you know
The crown is poor. We have given the church-lands back:
The nobles would not; nay, they clapt their hands
Upon their swords when ask'd; and therefore God
Is hard upon the people. What's to be done?
Sir, I will move them in your cause again,
And we will raise us loans and subsidies
Among the merchants; and Sir Thomas Gresham
Will aid us. There is Antwerp and the Jews.
PHILIP. Madam, my thanks.
MARY. And you will stay your going?
PHILIP. And further to discourage and lay lame
The plots of France, altho' you love her not,
You must proclaim Elizabeth your heir.
She stands between you and the Queen of Scots.
MARY. The Queen of Scots at least is Catholic.
PHILIP. Ay, Madam, Catholic; but I will not have
The King of France the King of England too.
MARY. But she's a heretic, and, when I am gone,
Brings the new learning back.
PHILIP. It must be done.
You must proclaim Elizabeth your heir.
MARY. Then it is done; but you will stay your going
Somewhat beyond your settled purpose?
PHILIP. No!
MARY.
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