_Lam._ To give satisfaction To your demand, though to praise him I hate, Can yield me small contentment, I will tell you, And truly, since should I detract his worth, 'Twould argue want of merit in my self. Briefly to pass his tedious pilgrimage For sixteen years, a banish'd guilty man, And to forget the storms, th' affrights, the horrors His constancy, not fortune, overcame, I bring him, with his little son, grown man (Though 'twas said here, he took a Daughter with him) To _Ostend_'s bloody siege that stage of war, Wherein the flower of many Nations acted, And the whole Christian world spectators were; There by his Son, or were he by adoption, Or nature his, a brave Scene was presented, Which I make choice to speak of, since from that The good success of _Alvarez_, had beginning. _Vi[t]._ So I love virtue in an enemy That I desire in the relation of This young mans glorious deed, you'ld keep your self A friend to truth, and it. _Lam._ Such was my purpose; The Town being oft assaulted, but in vain, To dare the proud defendents to a sally, Weary of ease, Don _Inigo Peralta_, Son to the General of our _Castile_ forces, All arm'd, advanc'd within shot of their Walls, From whence the Musquetiers plaid thick upon him, Yet he (brave youth) as careless of the danger, As careful of his honor, drew his sword, And waving it about his head, as if He dar'd one spirited like himself, to trial Of single valor, he made his retreat With such a slow, and yet majestique pace, As if he still call'd loud, dare none come on? When sodainly, from a postern of the Town Two gallant horsemen issued, and o'ertook him, The Army looking on, yet not a man That durst relieve the rash adventurer, Which _Lucio_, son to _Alvarez_ then seeing, As in the Vant-guard he sate bravely mounted, Or were it pity of the youths misfortune, Care to preserve the honor of his Countrey, Or bold desire to get himself a name, He made his brave Horse like a whirlwind bear him, Among the Combatants: and in a moment Discharg'd his Petronel, with such sure aim That of the adverse party from his horse, One tumbled dead, then wheeling round, and drawing A Faulcion, swift as lightning he came on Upon the other, and with one strong blow, In view of the amazed Town, and Camp, He struck him dead, and brought _Peralta_ off With double honor to himself. _Vit._ 'Twas brave: But the success of this?