_Alphon._ Thanks, worthy Miles: lest all the world Should count Alphonsus thankless for to be, Lælius, sit down, and, Miles, sit by him, And that receive the which your swords have won. [LÆLIUS _and_ MILES _sit down._ First, for because thou, Lælius, in these broils, By martial might, didst proud Belinus chase From troop to troop, from side to side about, And never ceas'd from this thy swift pursuit Until thou hadst obtain'd his royal crown, Therefore, I say, I'll do thee naught but right, And give thee that which thou well hast won. [_Sets the crown on his head._ Here doth Alphonsus crown thee, Lælius, King Of Naples' town, with all dominions That erst belongèd to our traitorous foe, That proud Belinus, in his regiment. [_Trumpets and drums sounded._ Miles, thy share the Milan Dukedom is, For, well I wot, thy sword deserv'd no less; [_Sets the crown on his head._ The which Alphonsus frankly giveth thee, In presence of his warlike men-at-arms; And if that any stomach[43] this my deed, Alphonsus can revenge thy wrong with speed. [_Trumpets and drums sounded._ Now to Albinius, which in all my toils I have both faithful, yea, and friendly, found: Since that the gods and friendly fates assign This present time to me to recompense The sundry pleasures thou hast done to me, Sit down by them, and on thy faithful head [_Takes the crown from his own head._ Receive the crown of peerless Arragon. _Albi._ Pardon, dear lord, Albinius at this time; It ill becomes me for to wear a crown Whenas my lord is destitute himself. Why, high Alphonsus, if I should receive This crown of you, the which high Jove forbid, Where would yourself obtain a diadem? Naples is gone, Milan possessèd is, And naught is left for you but Arragon. _Alphon._ And naught is left for me but Arragon! Yes, surely, yes, my fates have so decreed, That Arragon should be too base a thing For to obtain Alphonsus for her king. What, hear you not how that our scatter'd foes, Belinus, Fabius, and the Milan duke, Are fled for succour to the Turkish court? And think you not that Amurack their king, Will, with the mightiest power of all his land, Seek to revenge Belinus' overthrow? Then doubt I not but, ere these broils do end, Alphonsus shall possess the diadem That Amurack now wears upon his head. Sit down therefóre, and that receive of me The which the fates appointed unto thee. _Albi._ Thou King of Heaven, which by Thy power divine Dost see the secrets of each liver's heart, Bear record now with what unwilling mind I do receive the crown of Arragon. [ALBINIUS _sits down by_ LÆLIUS _and_ MILES; ALPHONSUS _sets the crown on his head._