ALEX. Why, look; Witness the naked truth upon my breast. Come, let’s meet, let’s meet, And break our haughty skulls down to our feet. [_They fight._ ALEXANDRO _beats in_ ROGERO. _Enter_ LORENZO _and_ DON PEDRO _at one Door, and_ ALEXANDRO _and_ ROGERO _at another Door._ LORENZO _kills_ DON PEDRO, _and_ ALEXANDRO _kills_ ROGERO. _Enter at one Door_ ANDREA, _at another Door_ BALTHEZAR. AND. O me ill-sted! valiant Rogero slain! BAL. O my sad fates! Don Pedro weltering in his gore! O, could I meet Andrea, now my blood’s A-tiptoe, this hand and sword should melt him: Valiant Don Pedro! AND. Worthy Rogero, sure ’twas multitudes, That made thee stoop to death; one Portugal Could ne’er o’erwhelm thee in such crimson streams, And no mean blood shall quit it, Balthezar, Prince Balthezar! BAL. Andrea, we meet in blood now. AND. Aye, in valiant blood of Don Rogero’s shedding, And each drop is worth a thousand Portugals. BAL. I’ll top thy head for that ambitious word. AND. You cannot, prince: see a revengeful sword Waves o’er my head. BAL. Another over mine; Let them both meet, in crimson tinctures shine. [_They fight; and_ ANDREA _hath_ BALTHEZAR _down._ _Enter Portugals, and relieve_ BALTHEZAR, _and kill_ ANDREA. AND. O, I am slain! help me, Horatio! My foes are base, and slay me cowardly. Farewell, dear, dearest Bell’-Imperia! Yet herein joy is mingled with sad breath: I keep her favour longer than my breath. [_He dies. Sound alarum._ ANDREA _slain, and Prince_ BALTHEZAR _vaunting on him._ _Enter_ JERONIMO, HORATIO, _and_ LORD GENERAL. HOR. My other soul, my bosom, my heart’s friend, O my Andrea, slain! I[’ll] have the price of him In princely blood. Prince Balthezar, my sword shall strike true strains, And fetch Andrea’s ransom forth thy veins.-- Lord General, drive them hence, while I make war. BAL. Hath war made thee so impudent and young? My sword shall give correction to thy tongue. JER. Correct thy rascals, prince; thou correct him! Lug with him, boy: honours in blood best swim. [_They fight, and breathe afresh._ BAL. So young and valorous! This arm ne’er met So strong a courage in so green a set. HOR. If thou be’st valiant, cease these idle words, And let revenge hang on our glittering swords, With this proud prince, the haughty Balthezar. [HORATIO _has Prince_ BALTHEZAR _down; then enter_ LORENZO _and seizes his weapon_. HOR. Hand off, Lorenzo; touch not my prisoner. LOR. He’s my prisoner; I seized his weapons first. HOR. O base renown! ’Tis easy to seize those whom force laid down.[311] LOR. My lance first threw him from his warlike steed.