MESS. The prince and Argo met; and like Two mighty tides encountered. Here death Put on her sable livery, and the two gallants, Whose valour animated each army, bandied a long time With equal force, till at last Great Argo fell. And, on a sudden, multitudes of men Accompani'd him, so that the wing Went presently to rout and execution. Zopiro also and Evarnes, having slain Their opposite leaders, breath'd death and destruction To their reeling foes. Thus flush'd With victory and blood, th' Iberians revell'd Th[o]rough the flying field, till there came on The enemy's reserve of twenty thousand men, Who, fresh and lusty, grinded their teeth for anger At their fellows' overthrow, and pouring on Our weary soldiers, turn'd the stream of victory. But the prince's valour and good fortune soon O'ercame this opposition, and having rallied His broken troops, went to relieve his friends, Who had far'd worse; when presently he saw Evarnes, who had pil'd up enemies about him, As an obelisk of his own death and victory, Fall bleeding at his foot, and having kiss'd it With his dying lips, entreated him to save Himself for a more happy day, and died. 'Twas not long after the gallant Zenon Who had perform'd that day deeds of eternal fame, And with his few, spite of opposition, thrice charg'd And routed some thousands of the enemy, Expir'd; which when the prince beheld, Weeping for anger, he flew amongst his enemies, Sustain'd only by the greatness of his courage, For blood and strength had both forsook him; He spent that spark of life was left in him, In slaughter and revenge, when leaning on His weapon's point, that dropp'd with blood as fast As he, he then conjur'd me with all speed Only to tell the king I saw him Die worthy of his father and himself. [_A horn without. A shout._ EPH. O heaven! what mean these acclamations? What, do [_A shout again._ The Iberians welcome their bloody conquerors With so much joy? SCENE VII. _Enter_ PLANGUS, INOPHILUS, _and_ ZOPIRO, _Captains_. EPH. O, O! [_He faints._ RIN. O cowardly boy! for that base word includes All baseness, doth not shame kill thee, Or fear chill thy dastard blood to an ice, At sight of that most noble injur'd ghost? 'Tis well, dear Plangus (if thy divinity deserve not A more lasting name) that thou art come To take revenge on that most traitorous son, In's father's presence, who detests his baseness More than thyself can do---- PLAN. Excuse us, dear Rinatus, That wonder froze to such a silence, If when we expected such a welcome As had that Roman son whose mother died For joy to see him, we found so cold An entertainment, something made us look'd upon So like an inconvenience, that we could Not but put on some small amazement. EPH. And do I hear thee speak again, And see thee, or only dream a happiness, Whose reality stars and my genius deny me? Or art thou Plangus' angel, come to rouse Me from despair?