_Beli._ [_To_ ALPHONSUS]. Content, my friend; if thou wilt succour me, Whate'er you get, that challenge as thine own; Belinus gives it frankly unto thee, Although it be the crown of Arragon. Come on, therefóre, and let us hie apace To Naples town, whereas by this, I know, Our foes have pitch'd their tents against our walls. _Alphon._ March on, my lord, for I will follow you; And do not doubt but, ere the time be long, I shall obtain the crown of Arragon. [_Exeunt._ ACT THE SECOND PROLOGUE _Enter_ BELINUS, ALBINIUS, FABIUS _and_ ALPHONSUS _with_ Soldiers; _alarum, and then enter_ VENUS. _Venus._ Thus from the pit of pilgrim's poverty Alphonsus 'gins by step and step to climb Unto the top of friendly Fortune's wheel: From banish'd state, as you have plainly seen, He is transform'd into a soldier's life, And marcheth in the ensign of the king Of worthy Naples, which Belinus hight; Not for because that he doth love him so, But that he may revenge him on his foe. Now on the top of lusty barbèd steed He mounted is, in glittering armour clad, Seeking about the troops of Arragon, For to encounter with his traitorous niece.[39] How he doth speed, and what doth him befall, Mark this our act, for it doth show it all. [_Exeunt._ SCENE I.--_A Battle-field._ _Alarum. Enter_ FLAMINIUS _on one side,_ ALPHONSUS _on the other. They fight_; ALPHONSUS _kills_ FLAMINIUS. _Alphon._ Go pack thou hence unto the Stygian lake, And make report unto thy traitorous sire How well thou hast enjoy'd the diadem Which he by treason set upon thy head; And if he ask thee who did send thee down, Alphonsus say, who now must wear thy crown. _Alarum. Enter_ LÆLIUS. _Læli._ Traitor, how dar'st thou look me in the face, Whose mighty king thou traitorously hast slain? What, dost thou think Flaminius hath no friends For to revenge his death on thee again? Yes, be you sure that, ere you 'scape from hence, Thy gasping ghost shall bear him company, Or else myself, fighting for his defence, Will be content by those thy hands to die. _Alphon._ Lælius, few words would better thee become, Especially as now the case doth stand; And didst thou know whom thou dost threaten thus, We should you have more calmer out of hand: For, Lælius, know that I Alphonsus am, The son and heir to old Carinus, whom The traitorous father of Flaminius Did secretly bereave his diadem. But see the just revenge of mighty Jove! The father dead, the son is likewise slain By that man's hand who they did count as dead, Yet doth survive to wear the diadem, When they themselves accompany the ghosts Which wander round about the Stygian fields. [LÆLIUS _gazes upon_ ALPHONSUS. Muse not hereat, for it is true I say; I am Alphonsus, whom thou hast misus'd.