Till, Phoebus waning to the western deepe, Our trumpeters were chargd to sound retreat. KING. Thanks, good l[ord] general, for these good newes! And, for some argument of more to come, Take this and weare it for thy soueraignes sake. Giue him his chaine. But tell me now: hast thou confirmed a peace? GEN. No peace, my liege, but peace conditionall, That, if with homage tribute be well paid, The fury of your forces wilbe staide. And to this peace their viceroy hath subscribde, Giue the K[ING] a paper. And made a solemne vow that during life His tribute shalbe truely paid to Spaine. KING. These words, these deeds become thy person wel. But now, knight-marhsall, frolike with thy king, For tis thy sonne that winnes this battels prize. HIERO. Long may he liue to serue my soueraigne liege! And soone decay unless he serue my liege! A [trumpet] a-farre off. KING. Nor thou nor he shall dye without reward. What meanes this warning of this trumpets sound? GEN. This tels me that your Graces men of warre, Such as warres fortune hath reseru'd from death, Come marching on towards your royall seate, To show themselues before your Maiestie; For so gaue I in charge at my depart. Whereby by demonstration shall appeare That all, except three hundred or few more, Are safe returnd and by their foes inricht. The armie enters, BALTHAZAR betweene LORENZO and HORATIO, captiue. KING. A gladsome sight! I long to see them heere. They enter and passe by. Was that the warlike prince of Portingale That by our nephew was in triumph led? GEN. It was, my liege, the prince of Portingale. KING. But what was he that on the other side Held him by th' arme as partner of the prize? HIERO. That was my sonne, my gracious soueraigne; Of whome though from his tender infancie My louing thoughts did neuer hope but well, He neuer pleasd his fathers eyes till now, Nor fild my hart with ouercloying ioyes. KING. Goe, let them march once more about these walles, That staying them we may conferre and talke With our braue prisoner and his double guard. [Exit a MESSENGER.] Hieoronimo, it greatly pleaseth vs That in our victorie thou haue a share By vertue of thy worthy sonnes exploit. Enter againe. Bring hether the young prince of Portingale! The rest martch on, but, ere they be dismist, We will bestow on euery soldier Two duckets, and on euery leader ten, That they may know our largesse welcomes them. Exeunt all [the army] but BAL[THAZAR], LOR[ENZO], and HOR[ATIO].