_Cari._ [_aside_]. The Milan Duke! I thought as much before, When first I glanc'd mine eyes upon his face. This is the man which was the only cause That I was forc'd to fly from Arragon. High Jove be prais'd which hath allotted me So fit a time to quite that injury.-- Pilgrim, God speed. _Duke of M._ Welcome, grave sir, to me. _Cari._ Methought as now I heard you for to speak Of Milan-land: pray, do you know the same? _Duke of M._ Ay, aged father, I have cause to know Both Milan-land and all the parts thereof. _Cari._ Why, then, I doubt not but you can resolve Me of a question that I shall demand. _Duke of M._ Ay, that I can, whatever that it be. _Cari._ Then, to be brief: not twenty winters past, When these my limbs, which wither'd are with age, Were in the prime and spring of all their youth, I, still desirous, as young gallants be, To see the fashions of Arabia, My native soil, and in this pilgrim's weed, Began to travel through unkennèd lands. Much ground I pass'd, and many soils I saw; But when my feet in Milan-land I set, Such sumptuous triumphs daily there I saw As never in my life I found the like. I pray, good sir, what might the occasion be, That made the Milans make such mirth and glee? _Duke of M._ This solemn joy whereof you now do speak, Was not solémnisèd, my friend, in vain; For at that time there came into the land The happiest tidings that they e'er did hear; For news was brought upon that solemn day Unto our court, that Ferdinandus proud Was slain himself, Carinus and his son Was banish'd both for e'er from Arragon; And for these happy news that joy was made. _Cari._ But what, I pray, did afterward become Of old Carinus with his banish'd son? What, hear you nothing of them all this while? _Duke of M._ Yes, too-too much, the Milan Duke may say. Alphonsus first by secret means did get To be a soldier in Belinus' wars, Wherein he did behave himself so well As that he got the crown of Arragon; Which being got, he dispossess'd also The King Belinus which had foster'd him. As for Carinus he is dead and gone: I would his son were his companion. _Cari._ A blister build upon that traitor's tongue! But, for thy friendship which thou showed'st me, Take that of me, I frankly give it thee. [_Stabs the_ DUKE OF MILAN, _who dies._ Now will I haste to Naples with all speed, To see if Fortune will so favour me To view Alphonsus in his happy state. SCENE III.--_Camp of_ AMURACK, _near Naples._ _Enter_ AMURACK, CROCON, FAUSTUS _and_ FABIUS, _with the_ Provost _and Turkish_ Janissaries.