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The Spanish Tragedie.

When he was taken, all the rest fled,
And our Carbines pursued them to death,
Till, Phœbus wauing to the westerne deepe,
Our Trumpeters were chargde to sound retreate.

King. Thanks, good L Generall, for these good newes,
And for some argument of more to come,
Take this and weare it for thy Soueraignes sake.
Giues him his Chaine. 
But tell me now, Hast thou confirmde a peace?

Gen. No peace my Liege, but peace condicionall,
That if with homage tribute be well payde,
The furie of your forces will be stayde.
And to this peace their Vice-roy hath subscribde.
Giues the K. a paper. 
And made a solemne vow, that during life,
His tribute shalbe cruely payde to Spaine.

King. These wordes, these deedes, become thy person well.
But now Rnight Marshall, frolickes with the King,
For tis thy Sonne that winnes this Battels prize.

Hiero. Long may he liue to serue my soueraigne liege,
And soone decay, vnless he serue my Liege.
A Trumpet a farre off. 

King. Nor thou nor he, shall die without reward.
What meanes this warning of this Trumpet sound?

Gen. This tels me that your graces men of Warre,
Such as Warres fortune hath reseru'd from death,
Come marching on towardes your royall seate,
To shew themselues before your Maiestie,
For so I gaue them 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 war-like prince of Portingale?

That