_Alphon._ Arise, Albinius, King of Arragon, Crownèd by me, who, till my gasping ghost Do part asunder from my breathless corpse, Will be thy shield against all men alive That for thy kingdom any way do strive. [_Trumpets and drums sounded._ Now since we have, in such an happy hour, Confirm'd three kings, come, let us march with speed Into the city, for to celebrate With mirth and joy this blissful festival. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_Palace of_ AMURACK _at Constantinople._ _Enter_ AMURACK, BELINUS, FABIUS, ARCASTUS, CLARAMONT _and_ BAJAZET, _with their train._ _Amu._ Welcome, Belinus, to thy cousin's court, Whose late arrival in such posting pace Doth bring both joy and sorrow to us all; Sorrow, because the fates have been so false To let Alphonsus drive thee from thy land, And joy, since that now mighty Mahomet Hath given me cause to recompense at full The sundry pleasures I receiv'd of thee. Therefore, Belinus, do but ask and have, For Amurack doth grant whate'er you crave. _Beli._ Thou second sun, which with thy glimpsing beams Dost clarify each corner of the earth, Belinus comes not, as erst Midas did To mighty Bacchus, to desire of him That whatsoe'er at any time he touch'd Might turnèd be to gold incontinent. Nor do I come as Jupiter did erst Unto the palace of Amphitryon, For any fond or foul concupiscence Which I do bear to Alcumena's hue. But as poor Saturn, forc'd by mighty Jove To fly his country, banish'd and forlorn, Did crave the aid of Troos, King of Troy, So comes Belinus to high Amurack; And if he can but once your aid obtain, He turns with speed to Naples back again. _Amu._ My aid, Belinus! do you doubt of that? If all the men-at-arms of Africa, Of Asia likewise, will sufficient be To press the pomp of that usurping mate, Assure thyself, thy kingdom shall be thine, If Mahomet say ay unto the same; For were I sure to vanquish all our foes, And find such spoils in ransacking their tents As never any keisar did obtain, Yet would I not set foot forth of this land, If Mahomet our journey did withstand. _Beli._ Nor would Belinus, for King Crœsus' trash, Wish Amurack to displease the gods, In pleasuring me in such a trifling toy. Then, mighty monarch, if it be thy will, Get their consents, and then the act fulfil.