_Alphon._ Enough, Albinius, I do know thy mind: But may it be that these thy happy news Should be of truth, or have you forgèd them? _Albi._ The gods forbid that e'er Albinius' tongue Should once be found to forge a feignèd tale, Especially unto his sovereign lord: But if Alphonsus think that I do feign, Stay here a while, and you shall plainly see My words be true, whenas you do perceive Our royal army march before your face; The which, if't please my noble lord to stay, I'll hasten on with all the speed I may. _Alphon._ Make haste, Albinius, if you love my life; But yet beware, whenas your army comes, You do not make as though you do me know, For I a while a soldier base will be, Until I find time more convenient To show, Albinius, what is mine intent. _Albi._ Whate'er Alphonsus fittest doth esteem, Albinius for his profit best will deem. [_Exit._ _Alphon._ Now do I see both gods and fortune too Do join their powers to raise Alphonsus' fame; For in this broil I do not greatly doubt But that I shall my cousin's courage tame. But see whereas Belinus' army comes, And he himself, unless I guess awry: Whoe'er it be, I do not pass[37] a pin; Alphonsus means his soldier for to be. [_He stands aside._[38] SCENE II.--_The Camp of_ BELINUS. _Enter_ BELINUS, ALBINIUS, FABIUS, _marching with their_ Soldiers; _they make a stand._ ALPHONSUS _discovered at one side._ _Beli._ Thus far, my lords, we trainèd have our camp For to encounter haughty Arragon, Who with a mighty power of straggling mates Hath traitorously assailèd this our land, And burning towns, and sacking cities fair, Doth play the devil wheresome'er he comes. Now, as we are informèd of our scouts, He marcheth on unto our chiefest seat, Naples, I mean, that city of renown, For to begirt it with his bands about, And so at length, the which high Jove forbid, To sack the same, as erst he other did. If which should hap, Belinus were undone, His country spoil'd, and all his subjects slain: Wherefore your sovereign thinketh it most meet For to prevent the fury of the foe, And Naples succour, that distressèd town, By entering in, ere Arragon doth come, With all our men, which will sufficient be For to withstand their cruel battery.