If thou hast spirit enough, now crave her ayd,
Never was poore ventrous souldier worse apayd.
[_Exit Duke_.
_Fred_. My[201] desire now from the skie of starres.
Dart all your Deitie, since I am beset,
In honourable wise pay[202] all Natures debt.
_They fight, Fredericke beats them off and courses
the Dutchesse over the stage_.
_Actus Quartus_.
[SCENE 1.]
_Enter [at one door] Duke, Montano, Valentia, Hatto, and Alfred.
Drumme, Colours, and Souldiers. [At another door
enter Frederick, Rinaldo, Alberto, with soldiers_.]
_Duke_. Our anger long agoe, renowned Lords,
Is satisfied in faire _Valentias_ love.
Behold our proud sonne and these traiterous crew
That dares confront us in the field of _Mars_.
_Valen_. You have been too patient, my beloved Lord,
In calming these tumultuous jarring spirits.
Scourge them with steele, and make the proudest know
Tis more then death to have their Prince their foe.
_Mon_. Bloody constraints beseemes where dutie failes,
And, oratory ceasing, force prevailes.
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