me,—for their holding makes me doubt: To Which of these twaine art thou prisoner? LOR. To me, my liege. HOR. To me, my soueraigne. LOR. This hand first tooke his courser by the raines. HOR. But first my launce did put him from his horse. LOR. I ceaz'd the weapon and enioyde it first. HOR. But first I forc'd him lay his weapons downe. KING. Let goe his arm, vpon my priviledge! Let him goe. Say, worthy prince: to whether didst thou yeeld? BALT. To him in curtesie; to this perforce; He spake me faire, this other gaue me strokes; He promisde life, this other threatned death; He wan my loue, this other conquerd me; And, truth to say, I yeeld my-selfe to both. HIERO. But that I [know] your Grace is iust and wise, And might seeme partiall in this difference, Inforct by nature and by law of armes, My tongue should plead for young Horatios right. He hunted well that was a lyons death, Not he that in a garment wore his skin; So hares may pull dead lyons by the beard. KING. Content thee, marshall; thou shalt haue no wrong, And for thy sake thy sonne shall want to right. Will both abide the censure of my doome? LOR. I craue no better than your Grace awards. HOR. Nor I, although I sit beside my right. KING. Then by iudgement thus your strife shall end: You both deserue and both shall haue reward. Nephew, thou tookst his weapon[s] and his horse: His weapons and his horse are thy reward. Horatio, thou didst force him first to yeeld: His ransome therefore is thy valours fee; Appoint the sum as you shall both agree. But, nephew, thou shalt haue the prince in guard, For thine estate best fitteth such a guest; Horatios house were small for all his traine. Yet, in regard they substance passeth his, And that iust guerdon may befall desert, To him we yeeld the armour of the prince. How likes don Balthazar of this deuice? BALT. Right well, my liege, if this prouizo were: That Don Horatio beare vs company, Whome I admire and loue for chiualrie. KING. Horatio, leaue him not that loues thee so. Now let vs hence, to see our souldiers paide, And feast our prisoner as our friendly guest. Exeunt. [ACT I. SCENE 2.] [Portugal: the VICEROY'S palace.] Enter VICEROY, ALEXANDRO, VILLUPPO. VICE. Is our embassadour dispatcht for Spaine? ALEX. Two daies, my liege, are past since his depart. VICE. And tribute paiment gone along with him? ALEX.