_Dutch._ A pretty foolish Squire, what must the Knight be? _Sy._ Some Jugler or some Mad man. _Sil._ I was not so, When thy faint Troops in flocks I beat before me, When, through the thickest of thy warlike horse, I shot my self even to thy Standard Duke, And there found thee, there singled thee, there shew'[d t]hee The temper of my Sword. 'Tis true, thou stoodst me, And like a noble soldier bidst me welcome; And this I'll say, More honor in that arme, I found and tryed, than all thy Army carried: What follows thy imprisonment can tell thee. _Sy._ His fair relation carries truth and virtue, And by those Arms I see, (for such were his, So old, so rusty) this may be he that forc'd me. _Sil._ Do you know this Jewel, from your Cask I rent it, Even as I clos'd, and forced ye from your saddle; Do you now remember me? _Sy._ This is the valour Madam, for certain he, it must be he, That day I wore this Jewel, you remember it. _Dutch._ Yes, very well; not long before I sent it. _Sy._ That day I lost this Jewel, in fight I lost it, I felt his strokes, and felt him take it from me, I wore it in my Cask; take it again Sir, You won it nobly, 'tis the prize of honor. _Soto._ My Father and my self are made for ever. _Dutch._ Kneel down brave Sir thus my Knight first I raise ye, Gird on a Sword; next General of my Army, [_Discovers himself._ Give him a staff; last, one in Counsel near me. Now, make us happy with your sight: how? _Silvio_? Have I on thee bestow'd this love, this honor? The Treasons thou hast wrought set off with favours? Unarm him presently: Oh thou foul Traitor, Traitor to me, mine honor, and my Countrey, Thou kindler of these Wars. _Sil._ Mistake not Madam. _Dutch._ Away with him to prison, See him safe kept, the Law shall shortly sirrah, Find fitter Titles for ye, than I gave ye. _Soto._ This is the youth that kill'd me, I'll be quit with him, What a blind rogue was I, I could never know him! And't please your Grace, I claim the benefit Of the Proclamation that proclaim'd him Traitor, I brought him in. _Dutch._ Thou shalt have thy reward for't. _Soto._ Let him he hang'd, or drown'd then. _Dutch._ Away with him. _Sil._ Madam, I crave your promise first; you are tyed to it, You have past your Princely word. _Dutch._ Prove it, and take it. _Sil._ This is the day appointed, Appointed by your Grace for my appearance, To answer to the Question. _Dutch._ I remember it. _Sil._ I claim it then. _Dutch._ If you perform it not, The penalty you claim too. _Sil._ I not repent it; If I absolve the words? _Dutch._ Your life is free then, You have drawn a speedy course above my wishes, To my revenge, be sure ye hit it right, Or I'll be sure you shall not scape the danger.