_Alphon._ Thou pagan dog, how dar'st thou be so bold To set thy foot within Alphonsus' land? What, art thou come to view thy wretched kings, Whose traitorous heads bedeck my tent so well? Or else, thou hearing that on top thereof There is a place left vacant, art thou come To have thy head possess the highest seat? If it be so, lie down, and this my sword Shall presently that honour thee afford. If not, pack hence, or by the heavens I vow, Both thou and thine shall very soon perceive That he that seeks to move my patience Must yield his life to me for recompense. _Amu._ Why, proud Alphonsus, think'st thou Amurack, Whose mighty force doth terrify the gods, Can e'er be found to turn his heels, and fly Away for fear from such a boy as thou? No, no, although that Mars this mickle while Hath fortified thy weak and feeble arm, And Fortune oft hath view'd with friendly face Thy armies marching victors from the field, Yet at the presence of high Amurack Fortune shall change, and Mars, that god of might, Shall succour me, and leave Alphonsus quite. _Alphon._ Pagan, I say thou greatly art deceiv'd: I clap up Fortune in a cage of gold, To make her turn her wheel as I think best; And as for Mars whom you do say will change, He moping sits behind the kitchen-door, Prest at command of every scullion's mouth, Who dares not stir, nor once to move a whit, For fear Alphonsus then should stomach it. _Amu._ Blasp-hém-ous dog, I wonder that the earth Doth cease from renting underneath thy feet, To swallow up that canker'd corpse of thine. I muse that Jove can bridle so his ire As, when he hears his brother so misus'd, He can refrain from sending thunderbolts By thick and threefold, to revenge his wrong. Mars fight for me, and fortune be my guide! And I'll be victor, whatsome'er betide. _Albi._ Pray loud enough,[49] lest that you pray in vain: Perhaps God Mars and Fortune are asleep. _Amu._ An Mars lies slumbering on his downy bed, Yet do not think but that the power we have, Without the help of those celestial gods, Will be sufficient, yea, with small ado, Alphonsus' straggling army to subdue. _Læli._ You had need as then to call for Mahomet, With hellish hags to perform the same. _Faustus._ High Amurack, I wonder what you mean, That, when you may, with little toil or none, Compel these dogs to keep their tongues in peace, You let them stand still barking in this sort: Believe me, sovereign, I do blush to see These beggar's brats to chat so frolicly. _Alphon._ How now, sir boy! Let Amurack himself, Or any he, the proudest of you all, But offer once for to unsheath his sword, If that he dares, for all the power you have. _Amu._ What, dar'st thou us? myself will venture it.-- To arms, my mate!