_Alphon._ Full little think Belinus and his peers What thoughts Alphonsus casteth in his mind; For if they did, they would not greatly haste To pay the same the which they promis'd me.
_Enter_ BELINUS, ALBINIUS, FABIUS, _with their_ Soldiers, _marching._
_Beli._ Like simple sheep, when shepherd absent is Far from his flock, assail'd by greedy wolves, Do scattering fly about, some here, some there, To keep their bodies from their ravening jaws, So do the fearful youths of Arragon Run round about the green and pleasant plains, And hide their heads from Neapolitans; Such terror have their strong and sturdy blows Struck to their hearts, as for a world of gold, I warrant you, they will not come again. But, noble lords, where is the knight become Which made the blood be-sprinkle all the place Whereas he did encounter with his foe? My friend, Albinius, know you where he is?
_Albi._ Not I, my lord, for since in thickest ranks I saw him chase Flaminius at the heels, I never yet could set mine eyes on him. But see, my lord, whereas the warrior stands, Or else my sight doth fail me at this time. [_Spies out_ ALPHONSUS, _and shows him to_ BELINUS.
_Beli._ 'Tis he indeed, who, as I do suppose, Hath slain the king, or else some other lord, For well I wot, a carcass I do see Hard at his feet lie struggling on the ground. Come on, Albinius, we will try the truth. [BELINUS _and_ ALBINIUS _go towards_ ALPHONSUS. Hail to the noble victor of our foes!
_Alphon._ Thanks, mighty prince; but yet I seek not this: It is not words must recompense my pain, But deeds. When first I took up arms for you, Your promise was, whatever my sword did win In fight, as his Alphonsus should it crave. See, then, where lies thy foe Flaminius, Whose crown my sword hath conquer'd in the field; Therefore, Belinus, make no long delay, But that discharge you promis'd for to pay.
_Beli._ Will nothing else satisfy thy conquering mind Besides the crown? Well, since thou hast it won, Thou shalt it have, though far against my will. [ALPHONSUS _sits in the chair_; BELINUS _takes the crown off_ FLAMINIUS' _head, and puts it on that of_ ALPHONSUS. Here doth Belinus crown thee with his hand The King of Arragon. [_Trumpets and drums sound within._ What, are you pleas'd?