On every side drop[28] captains to the ground, And soldiers, some ill-maim'd,[29] some slain outright: Here falls a body, sunder'd from his head, There legs and arms lie bleeding on the grass, Mingled with weapons, and unbowell'd[30] steeds, That scattering overspread the purple plain. In all this turmoil, three long hours and more, The victory to neither part inclin'd; Till Don Andrea, with his brave lanciers, In their[31] main battle made so great a breach, That (half dismay'd) the multitude retir'd: But Balthazar, the Portingal's young prince, Brought rescue, and encourag'd them to stay. Here-hence the fight was eagerly renew'd, And in that conflict was Andrea slain: Brave man at arms, but weak to Balthazar. Yet while the prince, insulting over him, Breath'd out proud vaunts, sounding to our reproach, Friendship and hardy valour join'd in one, Prick'd[32] forth Horatio, our knight marshal's son, To challenge forth that prince to single fight: Not long between these twain the fight endur'd, But straight the prince was beaten from his horse, And forc'd to yield him prisoner to his foe. When he was taken, all the rest they fled, And our carbines pursu'd them to the death; Till, Phoebus waving to the western deep, Our trumpeters were charg'd to sound retreat. KING. Thanks, good lord General, for these good news; And for some argument of more to come, Take this, and wear it for thy sovereign's sake. [_Gives him his chain._ But tell me now, hast thou confirm'd a peace? GENERAL. No peace, my liege, but peace conditional, That if with homage tribute be well paid,[33] The fury of your[34] forces will be stay'd: And to this[35] peace their viceroy hath subscrib'd, [_Gives the_ KING _a paper_. And made a solemn vow, that during life His[36] tribute shall be truly paid to Spain. KING. These words, these deeds, become thy person well. But now, knight marshal, frolic with thy[37] king, For 'tis thy son that wins this[38] battle's prize. HIERONIMO. Long may he live to serve my sovereign liege, And soon decay, unless he serve my liege. KING. Nor thou, nor he, shall die without reward. [_A tucket[39] afar off._ What means this warning of the trumpet's sound? GENERAL.