_Amu._ We shall perceive, accursèd Fabius! Suffice it not that thou hast been the man That first didst beat those baubles in my brain, But that, to help me forward in my grief, Thou seekest to confirm so foul a lie? Go, get thee hence, and tell thy traitorous king What gift you had, which did such tidings bring.-- [_Stabs_ FABIUS, _who dies._ And now, my lords, since nothing else will serve, Buckle your helms, clap on your steelèd coats, Mount on your steeds, take lances in your hands; For Amurack doth mean this very day Proud Mahomet with weapons to assay. _Mess._ Mercy, high monarch! it is no time now To spend the day in such vain threatenings Against our god, the mighty Mahomet: More fitteth thee to place thy men-at-arms In battle 'ray, for to withstand your foes, Which now are drawing towards you with speed. [_Drums sounded within._ Hark, how their drums with dub-a-dub do come! To arms, high lord, and set these trifles by, That you may set upon them valiantly. _Amu._ And do they come? you kings of Turkey-[land], Now is the time in which your warlike arms Must raise your names above the starry skies. Call to your mind your predecessors' acts, Whose martial might, this many a hundred year, Did keep those fearful dogs in dread and awe, And let your weapons show Alphonsus plain, That though that they be clappèd up in clay, Yet there be branches sprung up from those trees, In Turkish land, which brook no injuries. Besides the same, remember with yourselves What foes we have; not mighty Tamburlaine, Nor soldiers trainèd up amongst the wars, But fearful boors, pick'd from their rural flock, Which, till this time, were wholly ignorant What weapons meant, or bloody Mars doth crave. More would I say, but horses that be free Do need no spurs, and soldiers which themselves Long and desire to buckle with the foe, Do need no words to egg them to the same. _Enter_ ALPHONSUS, _with a canopy carried over him by three_ Lords, _having over each corner a king's head crowned; with him_ ALBINIUS, LÆLIUS _and_ MILES _with crowns on their heads, and their_ Soldiers. Besides the same, behold whereas our foes Are marching towards us most speedily. Courage, my lords, ours is the victory.