Sound trumpets, ho! strike drums for mirth and glee! And three times welcome son-in-law to me! _Fausta._ [_rising up in a fury and waking_ AMURACK]. Fie, Amurack, what wicked words be these? How canst thou look thy Fausta in her face, Whom thou hast wrongèd in this shameful sort? And are the vows so solemnly you sware Unto Belinus, my most friendly niece, Now wash'd so clearly from thy traitorous heart? Is all the rancour which you erst did bear Unto Alphonsus worn so out of mind As, where thou shouldst pursue him to death, You seek to give our daughter to his hands? The gods forbid that such a heinous deed With my consent should ever be decreed: And rather than thou shouldst it bring to pass, If all the army of Amazones Will be sufficient to withhold the same, Assure thyself that Fausta means to fight 'Gainst Amurack for to maintain the right. _Iphi._ Yea, mother, say,--which Mahomet forbid,-- That in this conflict you should have the foil, Ere that Alphonsus should be call'd my spouse, This heart, this hand, yea, and this blade, should be A readier means to finish that decree. _Amu._ [_rising in a rage_]. What threatening words thus thunder in mine ears? Or who are they, amongst the mortal troops, That dare presume to use such threats to me? The proudest kings and keisars of the land Are glad to feed me in my fantasy; And shall I suffer, then, each prattling dame For to upbraid me in this spiteful sort? No, by the heavens, first will I lose my crown, My wife, my children, yea, my life and all. And therefore, Fausta, thou which Amurack Did tender erst, as the apple of mine eye, Avoid my court, and, if thou lov'st thy life, Approach not nigh unto my regiment. As for this carping girl, Iphigena, Take her with thee to bear thee company, And in my land I rede[45] be seen no more, For if you do, you both shall die therefóre. [_Exit._