_King_. The spoyles they equally shall both divide; The Generall chuse, 'tis his prerogative. _Bellizarius_ be Viceregent over all Those conquerd parts of _Affrick_ we call ours; _Hubert_ the Master of my _Henricks_ Horse And President of what the _Goths_ possesse. Let this our last will stand. _Bel_. We are richly paid. _Hub_. Who earnes it must have wages. _King_. Ile see you imbrac'd too. _Hub_. With all my heart. _King_. And _Bellizarius_ Make him thy Scholler. _Hub_. His Scholler! _King_. There's stuffe in him Which temper'd well would make him a noble fellow. Now for these Prisoners: 'tis my best sacrifice My pious zeale can tender to the Gods. I censure thus: let all be naked stript, Then to the midst of the vaste Wildernesse That stands 'twixt us and wealthy _Persia_ They shall be driven, and there wildly venture As Famine or the fury of the Beasts Conspires to use them. Which is that Bishop? _Hub_. Stand forth: this is _Eugenius_. _Eug_. I stand forth Daring all tortures, kissing Racks and Wheeles And Flames, to whom I offer up this body. You keepe us from our Crownes of Martyrdomes By this delaying: dispatch us hence. _King_. Not yet, Sir: Away with them, stay him; and if our Gods Can win this Christian Champion, now so stout, To fight upon their sides, give him reward; Our Gods will reach him praise. _Eug_. Your Gods! wretched soules! _King_. My worke is done; and, Henricke, as thou lov'st Thy Fathers soule, see every thing perform'd. This last iniunction tyes thee: so, farewell. Let those I hated in thy hate still dwell, I meane the Christians. (_Dyes_.) _Hen_. Oh, what a deale of greatnesse Is struck down at one blow. _Hub_. Give me a battell: 'Tis brave being struck downe there. _Anth_. _Henrick_, my Lord, And now my Soveraigne, I am by office bound To offer to your Royall hands this Crowne Which on my knees I tender, all being ready To set it on your head. _Omnes_. Ascend your throne: Long live the King of _Vandals_ and of _Goths_, The mighty _Henrick_. _Hen_. What must now be done? _Anth_. By me each Officer of State resignes The Patten that he holds his office by, To be dispos'd as best shall please your Grace. _Hen_. And I returne them back to all their trusts. I rise in clouds, my Morning is begun From the eternall set of a bright sunne. [_Exeunt_. (SCENE 2.) _Drumnel flourish: Enter Victoria and Bellina with servants_. To gratulate his safe and wisht Arrival. Let Musick with her sweet-tongu'd Rhetorick Take out those horrours which the loud clamoures Of Warres harsh harmony hath long besieg'd His tender sences with. Your Father's come, _Bellina_.