Now to charge on his army, questionlesse
Would drive them all into a great distresse,
If not confound them; having tane your Sonne,
You may be as kind, and doe as hee hath done;
So shall he know himself and be lesse proud.
_Valen_. The counsailes good.
_Duke_. And it shall be allowed.
You that doe love me, see the host prepar'd
To scare those traytors that our liues have scarde.
Our armie's many, but their power is few:[208]
Besides, they are traytors, all with us are true.
Sound Drums and trumpets, make the world rebound;
Hearten our friends, and all our foes confound.
[_Alarum_.
[_Exeunt_.
[SCENE 2.]
_Enter Montano, with two or three souldiers;
Vandarmas leading Fredericke bound_.
_Fred_. Base cowards, traytors! how am I surprizde,
[Bound] with these bonds? I am a Prince by birth,
And princely spirits disdaine such clogs of earth.
Let goe, you slaves.
_Mon_. First know your fathers pleasure.
_Fred_. You are too bold.
_Mon_.
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