_Hub_. I have it, then, as well by voyce as sword; For should you holde it backe it will be mine. I claime it, then, by conquest; fields are wonne By yeelding as by strokes: Yet, noble _Vandals_, I will lay by the Conquest and acknowledge That your hands and your hearts the pinnacles are On which my greatnesse mounts unto this height. And now in sight of you and heaven I sweare By those new sacred fires kindled within me, 'Tis not your ho[o]pe of Gold my brow desires; A thronging Court to me is but a Cell; These popular acclamations, which thus dance I'th Aire, should passe by me as whistling windes Playing with leaves of trees. I'me not ambitious Of Titles glorious and maiesticall; But what I doe is to save blood, save you; I meane to be a husband for you all, And fill you all with riches. _Epi_. 'Tis that we thirst for; For all our bagges are emptied in these warres Rais'd by seditious Christians. _Hub_. Peace, thou foole: They are not bags of gold, that melts in fire, Which I will fill your coffers with; my treasury Are riches for your soules; my armes are spread Like wings to protect Christians. What have you done? Proclaim'd a Christian King; and Christian Kings Should not be bloody. _Omnes_. How? turn'd Christian? _Eugen_. O blest King! happy day! _Omnes_. Must we forsake our Gods then? _Hub_. Violent streames Must not bee stopt by violence; there's an art To meete and put by the most boysterous wave; 'Tis now no policy for you to murmure Nor will I threaten. A great counsell by you Shall straight be cal'd to set this frame in order Of this great state. _Omnes_. To that we all are willing. _Hub_. Are you then willing this noble maid Shall be my Queene? _Omnes_. With all our hearts. _Hub_. By no hand but by thine will we be crown'd: Come, my _Bellina_. _Bellina_. Your vow is past to me that I should ever Preserve my virgin honour, that you would never Tempt me unto your bed. _Hub_. That vow I keepe: I vow'd so long as my knees bow'd to _Iove_ To let you be your selfe; but, excellent Lady, I now am seal'd a Christian as you are: And you have sworne oft that, when upon my forehead That glorious starre was stucke, you would be mine In holy wedlocke. Come, sweete, you and I Shall from our loynes produce a race of Kings, And ploughing up false gods set up one true; Christians unborne crowning both me and you With praise as now with gold. _Bellina_. A fortunate day; A great power prompts me on and I obey. (_Flourish_) _Omnes_. Long live _Hubert_ and _Bellina_, King and Queene Of Goths and Vandals. _Hub_. Two royall Iewels you give me, this and this: Father, your hand is lucky, I am covetous Of one Gift more: After your sacred way Make you this Queene a wife: our Coronation Is turn'd into a bridall. _Omnes_. All ioy and happinesse. _Hub_. To guard your lives will I lay out mine owne, And like Vines plant you round about my throne. _The end of the fift and last Act_.