BAL. Why now. GEN. O stay, my lords, This will but breed a mutiny in the camp. BAL. I am all fire, Andrea. AND. Art thou? good: Why, then, I’ll quench thee, prince, with thine own blood. BAL. Adieu! AND. Adieu! BAL. Let’s meet. AND. ’Tis meet we did. [_Exeunt Portugals._ LOR. Alexandro. ALEX. Lorenzo. ROG. Vollupo. VOL. Rogero. HOR. Don Pedro. DON PED. Horatio. JER. Aye, aye, Don Pedro, my boy shall meet thee. Come, valiant spirits of Spain; Valiant Andrea, fortunate Lorenzo, Worthy Rogero, sprightly Horatio; O, let me dwell a little on that name! Be all as fortunate as heaven’s bless’d host, But, blame me not, I’d have Horatio most; Ride all conquerors, when the fight is done, Especially ride thee home so, my son. So now kiss and embrace. Come, come, I am war’s tutor: strike alarum, drum. [_Exeunt._ [_After a long alarum, the Portugals and Spaniards meet. The Portugals are put to the worst._ _Enter_ JERONIMO _solus._ JER. O valiant boy! struck with a giant’s arm; His sword so falls upon the Portugals, As he[308] would slice them out like oranges, And squeeze their bloods out; O abundant joy! Never had father a more happier boy. [_Exit_ JERONIMO. _Enter_ BALTHEZAR _and a Soldier._ BAL. Can you not find Don Andrea forth? O, for a voice shriller than all the trumpets, To pierce Andrea’s ears through the hot army! Go, search again; bring him, or ne’er return. [_Exit Soldier._ Valiant Andrea, by thy worthy blood, Thy honoured faith, which thou pawn’st to mine, By all that thou hold’st dear upon this earth, Sweat now to find me in the height of blood! Now death doth heap his goods up all at once, And crams his storehouse to the top with blood; Might I now and Andrea in one fight Make up thy wardrobe richer by a knight! _Enter_ ROGERO. ROG. Ha, Vollupo! BAL. No; but a better. ROG. Pox on ’t. BAL. Pies on ’t! What luck is this? But, sir, you part not so; Whate’er you be, I’ll have a bout with you. ROG. Content; this is joy mixed with spite, To miss a lord, and meet a prince in fight. BAL. Come, meet me, sir. ROG. Just half-way; I’ll meet it with my sword. [_They fight._ BALTHEZAR _beats in_ ROGERO. _Enter_ ANDREA _with a_ CAPTAIN. AND. Where might I find this valorous Balthezar, This fierce, courageous prince; a noble worthy, Made of the ribs of Mars and fortitude? He promised to meet fair, and single me Out o’ the misty battle. Did you search The left wing for him? speak. CAPT. We did, my lord.