Brave man-at-arms, but weak to Balthazar. Yet, while the prince, insulting over him, Breath'd out proud vaunts, sounding to our reproach, Friendship and hardy valour join'd in one Prick'd forth Horatio, our knight-marshall's son, To challenge forth that prince in single fight. Not long between these twain the fight endur'd, But straight the prince was beaten from his horse And forc'd to yield him prisoner to his foe. When he was taken, all the rest fled, And our carbines pursu'd them to death, Till, Phoebus waning to the western deep, Our trumpeters were charg'd to sound retreat. KING. Thanks, good lord general, for these good news! And, for some argument of more to come, Take this and wear it for thy sovereign's sake. Give him his chain. But tell me now: hast thou confirm'd a peace? GEN. No peace, my liege, but peace conditional, That, if with homage tribute be well paid, The fury of your forces will be stay'd. And to this peace their viceroy hath subscrib'd, Give the King a paper. And made a solemn vow that during life His tribute shall be truly paid to Spain. KING. These words, these deeds become thy person well. But now, knight-marshall, frolic with thy king, For 'tis thy son that wins this battle's prize. HIERO. Long may he live to serve my sovereign liege! And soon decay unless he serve my liege! A trumpet afar off. KING. Nor thou nor he shall die without reward. What means this warning of this trumpet's sound? GEN. This tells me that your Grace's men of war, Such as war's fortune hath reserv'd from death, Come marching on towards your royal seat, To show themselves before your Majesty; For so gave I in charge at my depart. Whereby by demonstration shall appear That all, except three hundred or few more, Are safe return'd and by their foes enrich'd. The army enters, BALTHAZAR between LORENZO and HORATIO, captive. KING. A gladsome sight! I long to see them here. They enter and pass by. Was that the warlike prince of Portingal That by our nephew was in triumph led? GEN. It was, my liege, the prince of Portingal. KING. But what was he that on the other side Held him by th' arm as partner of the prize? HIERO. That was my son, my gracious sovereign; Of whom though from his tender infancy My loving thoughts did never hope but well, He never pleasd his father's eyes till now, Nor fill'd my heart with overcloying joys. KING. Go, let them march once more about these walls, That staying them we may confer and talk With our brave prisoner and his double guard. [Exit a MESSENGER.] Hieoronimo, it greatly pleaseth us That in our victory thou have a share By virtue of thy worthy son's exploit.