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Now say L. General, how fares our Camp? But what portends thy cheerful countenance, And posting to our presence thus in hast? Speak man, hath fortune given us victory? Our Portingals will pay us tribute then. Then blessed be heaven, and guider of the heavens, From whose fair influence such justice flows. Thanks to my loving brother of Castille. But General, unfold in brief discourse, Your form of battle and your wars success. That adding all the pleasure of thy news, Unto the height of former happiness With deeper wage and greater dignity, We may reward thy blissful chivalry. Thanks good L. General for these good news, And for some argument of more to come, Take this and wear it for thy sovereigns sake. But tell me now, ast thou confirmed a peace? These words, these deeds, become thy person well. But now Knight Marshal rolike with thy King, For 'tis thy Son that wins this battles prize. Not thou nor he shall die without reward, What means this uva ning of this trumpets found? A gladsome sighed, I long to see them here. They enter and pass by. Was that the warlike Prince of Portingale, That by our Nephew was in triumphled? But what was he that on the other side, Held him by arm as partner of the prize? Go let them march once more about these walls, That staying them we may confer and talk, With our brave prisoner and his double guard. Hieronimo, it greatly pleases us, That in our victory thou have a share, By virtue of thy worthy sons exploit. Bring hither the young Prince of Portingale, The rest march on, but ere they be dismissed, We will bestow on every soldier two ducats, And on every leader ten, that they may know Our largess welcomes them. Welcome Done Balthazar, welcome Nephew, And thou Horatio thou art welcome too: Young Prince, although thy father's hard misdeeds, In keeping back the tribute that he owes, Deserve but evil measure at our hands: Yet shalt thou know that Spain is honourable. I Balthazar, if he observe this truce, Our peace will grow the stronger for these wars: Mean while live thou though not in liberty, Yet free from bearing any servile yoke. For in our hearing thy deserts were great, And in our sighed thy self art gracious. But tell me, for their holding makes me doubt, To which of these twain art thou prisoner. Let go his arm upon our privilege. Say worthy Prince, to whither didst thou yield? Content thee Marshal thou shalt have no wrong, And for thy sake thy Son shall want no right. Will both abide the censure of my doom? Then by my judgement thus your strife shall end, You both deserve and both shall have reward. Nephew, thou tookest his weapon and his horse, His weapons and his horse are thy reward. Horatio thou didst force him first to yield, His ransom therefore is thy valours fee: Appoint the sum as you shall both agree. But Nephew thou shalt have the Prince in guard, For thine estate best fits such a guest. Horatios house were small for all his train, Yet in regard thy substance passes his, And that joust guerdon may befall desert, To him we yield the armour of the Prince. How likes. Done Balthazar of this device? Horatio leave him not that loves thee so, Now let us hence to see our soldiers paid, And feast our prisoner as our friendly guest. See Lord Ambassador, how Spain intreats Their prisoner Balthazar, thy Viceroys Son: We pleasure more in kindness then in wars. Put off your greetings till our feast be done, Now come and fit with us and taste our cheer. Fit down young Prince, you are our second guest: Brother fit down, and Nephew take your place, Signior Horatio wait thou upon our cup, For well thou hast deserved to be honoured. Now Lordings fallen too, Spain is Portugal, And Portugal is Spain, we both are Friends, Tribute is paid, and we enjoy our right. But where is old Hieronimo our Marshal, He p omised us in honour of our guest, To grace our banquet with some pompousiest. Hieronimo, this mask contents mine eye, Although I found not well the mystery. My Lord of Portingale, by this you see, That which may comfort both your King and you, And make your late discomfort seem the less. But say Hieronimo, what was the next? This is another special argument, That Portingale may dame to bear our yoke, When it by little England hath been yoked: But now Hieronimo what were the last? Hieronimo, I dtinke to thee for this devise. Which hath pleased both the Ambassador and me: Pledge me Hieronomo, if thou love the King. My Lord, I fear we fit but overlong. Unless our dainties were more delicate. But welcome are you to the best we have. Now let us in that you may be dispatched, I think our council is already set. Brother of Castille, to the Princes love: What says your daughter Bel-imperia? Then Lord Ambassador of Portingale, Advise thy King to make this marriage up, For strengthening of our late confirmed league, I know no better means to make us Friends. Her dowry shall be large and liberal, Beside that, she is daughter and half heir, Unto our brother here Done Cip I , And shall e joy the moiety of his land. I'll grace her marriage with and vnck es gift, And this it is, in case the match go forward, The tribute which you pay shall be released, And if by Balthazar she have a Son, He shall enjoy the kingdom after us. Do so my Lord, and if he give consent, I hope his presence here will honour us, In celebration of the nuptial day, And let himself determine of the time. Commend me to the King, and so farewell. But where Prince Balthazar to take his leave? Amongst the rest of what you have in charge, The Princes ransom must not be forgotten: Thats none of mine, but his that took him prisoner, And well his forwardness deserves reward. I was Horatio our Knight Marshals son. Then once again farewell my Lord. Now brother, you must take some little pains, To win fair Bel-imperia from her will: Young Virgins must be ruled by their Friends, The Prince is amiable and loves her well, If she neglect him and forgo his love, She both will wrong her own estate and ours: Therefore while I do entertain the Prince, With greatest pleasure that our Court affords, Endeavour you to win your daughters thoughts, If she give back, all this will come to nought. Now show Ambassador what our Viceroy says, Hath he received the articles we sent? Who is he that interrupts our business? Brother, how Like you this our Viceroys love? And well remembered, thank his Majesty. Here, see it given to Horatio. Who is that? Hieronimo? What means this outrage? will none of you re strain his fury? What accident hath happened Hieronimo? I have not seen him to demean him so. Believe me Nephew we are sorry fort, This is the love that Father's bear their sons: But gentle brother, go give to him this gold, The Princes ransom, let him have his endue, For what he hath Hor shall not want, Happily Hieronimo hath needs thereof. We shall increase his molanchollie so. 'Tis best that we see further in it first: Till when, our self will exempt the place. And Brother, now bring in the Ambassador, That he may be a witness of the match. Betwixt Balthazar and Bel-imperia. And that we may prefix a certain time. Wherein the marriage shall be solemnized, That we may have thy Lord the Viceroy here. On then, and hear you Lord Ambassador. Go Brother it is the Duke of Castiles cause, salute the Vice. roy in our name. And now to meet these Portaguise, For as we now are, so sometime were these, Kings and commanders of the western Indies. Welcome brave Viceroy to the Court of Spain, And welcome all his honourable train: 'Tis not unknown to us, for why you come, Or have so kingly crossed the Seas: Sufficeth it in this we note the troth, And more then common love you lend to us. So is it that mine honourable Ne ce, For it beseems us now that it be known, Already is betrothed to Bal hazar: And by appointment and our condiscent, To morrow are they to be married. To this intent we entertain thy self, Thy followers, their pleasure, and our peace: Speak men of Portingale, shall it be so? If I, say so: if not, say flatly no. Now Viceroy, shall we see the Tragedy, Of Soliman the Turkish Emperor: Performed of pleasure by your Son the Prince, My Nephew Done Lorenzo, and my Niece. I, and Hieronimo our Marshal. At whose request they deine to doo't themselves. These be our pastimes in the Court of Spain. Here brother, you shall be the bookkeeper. This is the argument of that they show. See Viceroy, that is Balt azar your Son, That represents the Emperor Solyman: How well he acts his amorous passion. Here comes Lorenzo, look up on the plot, And tell me brother what partly plays he? Well said old Marshal, this was bravely done. But now what follows for Hieronimo? Oh Harken Viceroy, hold Hieronimo, Brother, my Nephew, and thy Son are slain. Speak traitor, damned, bloody murderer speak, For now I have thee I will make thee speak: Why hast thou done this undeserving deed? Why speakest thou not? Fetch forth the tortures. Traitor as thou art, isle make thee tell. Oh monstrous resolution of a wretch, See Viceroy, he hath bitten forth his tongue, Rather then to reveal what we require. And if in this he satisfy us not, We will devise the'xtreamest kind of death, That ever was invented for a wretch. Then he makes signs for a knife to mend his pen. What age hath ever herd such monstrous deeds? My brother and the whole succeeding hope, That Spain expected after my disease, Go bear his body hence that we may mourn, The lose of our beloved brother's death. That he may be entom'd what ere befall, I am the next, the nearest, last of all. See brother, see, how nature strives in him, Come worthy Viceroy and accompany Thy friend, with thine extremities: A place more private fits this princely mood.