AND. And could he not be found? CAPT. Not in that wing, my lord. AND. Why, this would vex the resolution Of a suffering spleen! Prince Balthezar! Portugal’s valiant heir! The glory of our foe, the heart of courage, The very soul of true nobility, I call thee by thy right name, answer me! Go, captain, pass the left wing squadron; hie! Mingle yourself again amidst the army; Pray, sweat to find him out.-- [_Exit_ CAPTAIN. This place I’ll keep; Now wounds are wide, and blood is very deep. ’Tis now about the heavy tread[309] of battle, Soldiers drop down as thick, as if death mowed them; As scythe-men trim the long-haired ruffian fields, So fast they fall, so fast to fate life yields. _Enter_ BALTHEZAR. BAL. I have sweat much, and cannot find him--Andrea! AND. Prince Balthezar! O lucky minute! BAL. O long-wished-for hour! Are you remembered, Don, Of a daring message and a proud attempt? You braved me, Don, within my father’s court! AND. I think I did. BAL. This sword shall lash you for it. AND. Alas! War knows I am too proud a scholar grown Now to be lashed with steel; had I not known My strength and courage, it had been easy then To have me borne upon the backs of men. But now I’m sorry, prince, you come too late; That were proud steel, i’ faith, that should do that. BAL. I can hold no longer! Come, let’s see which of our strengths is stronger. AND. Mine, for a wager. BAL. Thine! what wager, say? AND. I hold three wounds to one. BAL. Content, I lay; but you shall keep stakes then. AND. Nay, I’ll trust you. For you’re a prince; I know you’ll pay your due. BAL. I’ll pay you soundly. AND. Prince, you might have paid Tribute as well, then battles had been stay’d. BAL. Here’s tribute for you. AND. I’ll receive it of you, And give you acquittance with a wound or two. [_They fight._ BALTHEZAR _hath_ ANDREA _down._ _Enter_ JERONIMO _and_ HORATIO. HORATIO _beats away_ BALTHEZAR. AND. Thou art a wondrous friend, a happy spirit; I owe thee now my life. Couldst thou inherit Within my bosom, all I have is thine, For by this act I hold thy arm divine. HOR. Are you not wounded? let me search and see. AND. No, my dear self! for I was blest by thee. Else his unpitying sword had cleft my heart, Had not Horatio played some angel’s part. Come, happy mortal, let me rank by thee, Then am I sure no star will threaten me. HOR. Let’s to the battle once more; we may meet This haughty prince, and wound him at our feet. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ ROGERO _and_ ALEXANDRO _in their Shirts, with Poleaxes._[310] ROG. Art thou true valiant? hast thou no coat of proof Girt to thy loins? art thou true loyal?