_Alarum, fight lustily, and drive away the Duke;
Fredericke pursues Valentia over the stage and
takes her; a Retreate sounded_.
_Enter at one doore the Duke, Mon., Hatto, and
Alfred, with Drum and Colours.--Enter at the
other doore Fredericke leading Valentia prisoner,
Rinaldo and Alberto with Drum and Colours_.
_Duke_. Why doe traitors sound retreate so soone?
_Fred_. Behold the cause.
_Duke_. _Valentia_ prisoner?
_Fred_. The firebrand of this tumultuous warre,
The originall from whence your subjects bloud
Flowes in abundance on[203] this spatious playn.
_Valen_. And what of all this?
_Fred_. That thy lifes too meane
To satisfie the unworthiest of the Campe
For the effusion of a loyall drop.
_Duke_. Meanes _Fredericke_ then, to kill his fathers heart In faire
_Valentia's_ death?
_Fred_. Not touch your hand,
Other then humble as becomes a sonne;
But she shall suffer for enchanting you.
_Valen_. I am a Dutchesse, set my ransome downe.
_Fred_. A Dutchesse! whence proceeds that borowed name?
Of what continuance? scarcely hath the Sunne
Beheld thy pride a day, but doth decline
Shaming to view a crowned Concubine.
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