No sooner had she spoke but we weere heere, I wot not how, in the twinkling of an eye. REUENGE. Then know, Andrea, that thou ariu'd Where thou shalt see the author of thy death, Don Balthazar, the prince of Portingale, Depriu'd of life by Bel-imperia:     Heere sit we downe to see the misterie, And serue for Chorus in this tragedie. 

 [ACT I. SCENE 1.]                 [The Spanish Court]                  Enter SPANISH KING, GENERALL, CASTILLE, HIERONIMO. KING. Now say, l[ord] generall: how fares our campe? GEN. All wel, my soueraigne liege, except some few That are deceast by fortune of the warre. KING.  But what portends thy cheerefull countenance And posting to our presence this in hast? Speak, man:  hath fortune giuen vs victorie? GEN. Victorie, my liege, and that with little losse. KING. Out Portugals will pay vs tribute then? GEN. Tribute, and wonted homage therewithall. KING. Then blest be Heauen, and Guider of the heauens, From whose faire influence such iustice flowes! CAST. O multum dilecte Deo, tibi militat aether, Et coniuratae curato poplite gentes Succumbent: recto soror est victoria iuris! KING. Thanks to my loving brother of Castille. But, generall, vnfolde in breefe discourse Your forme of battell and your warres successe,     That, adding all the pleasure of thy newes Vnto the height of former happines, With deeper wage and gentile dignitie We may reward thy blisfull chiualrie. GEN. Where Spaine and Portingale do ioyntly knit Their frontiers, leaning on each others bound, There met our armies in the proud aray:     Both furnisht well, both full of hope and feare, Both menacing alike with daring showes, Both vaunting sundry colours of deuice, Both cheerly sounding trumpets, drums and fifes, Both raising dreadfull clamors to the skie, That valleis, hils, and riuers made rebound And heauen it-selfe was frighted with the sound. Our battels both were pitcht in squadron forme, Each corner strongly fenst with wings of shot; But, ere we ioyned and came to push of pike, I brought a squadron of our readiest shot From out our rearward to begin the fight; They brought another wing to incounter vs; Meane-while our ordinance plaid on either side, And captaines stroue to haue their valours tride. Don Pedro, their chiefe horsemens corlonell, Did with his cornet brauely make attempt To break our order of our battell rankes; But Don Rogero, worthy man of warre, Marcht forth against him with our musketiers And stopt the mallice of his fell approach. While they maintaine hot skirmish too and fro, Both 

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