_Rod._ This way she went, and far she cannot be.
_Brand._ See where she is, my lord: speak as if you knew her not.
_Rod._ Fair shepherdess, for so thy sitting seems, Or nymph, for less thy beauty cannot be, What, feed you sheep upon these downs?
_Ang._ Daughter I am unto a bordering swain, That tend my flocks within these shady groves.
_Rod._ Fond girl, thou liest; thou art Angelica.
_Brand._ Ay, thou art she that wrong'd the Palatine.
_Ang._ For I am known, albeit I am disguis'd, Yet dare I turn the lie into thy throat, Sith thou report'st I wrong'd the Palatine.
_Brand._ Nay, then, thou shalt be used according to thy deserts.--Come, bring her to our tents.
_Enter_ ORLANDO _with a drum_; ORGALIO; TOM, RALPH, _and others as_ Soldiers, _with spits and dripping-pans._
_Brand._ Now see, Angelica, the fruits of all your love.
_Orl._ Soldiers, this is the city of great Babylon, Where proud Darius was rebated from: Play but the men, and I will lay my head, We'll sack and raze it ere the sun be set.
_Tom._ Yea, and scratch it too.--March fair, fellow frying-pan.
_Orl._ Orgalio, knowest thou the cause of my laughter?
_Org._ No, by my troth, nor no wise man else.
_Orl._ Why, sirrah, to think that if the enemy were fled ere we come, we'll not leave one of our own soldiers alive, for we two will kill them with our fists.
_Ralph._ Foh, come, let's go home again: he'll set _probatum est_ upon my head-piece anon.
_Orl._ No, no, thou shalt not be hurt,--nor thee. Back, soldiers; look where the enemy is.
_Tom._ Captain, they have a woman amongst them.
_Tom._ Why, strike you down the men, and then let me alone to thrust in the woman.
_Orl._ No, I am challengèd the single fight.-- Sirrah, is't you challenge me the combat?
_Brand._ Frantic companion, lunatic and wood,[157] Get thee hence, or else I vow by heaven, Thy madness shall not privilege thy life.
_Orl._ I tell thee, villain, Medor wrong'd me so, Sith thou art come his champion to the field, I'll learn thee know I am the Palatine.
_Alarum: they fight;_ ORLANDO _kills_ BRANDIMART; _and all the rest fly, except_ ANGELICA _and_ ORGALIO.
_Orl._ I! no, no, I see who killed him. [_Goes to_ ANGELICA, _and knows her not._ Come hither, gentle sir, whose prowess hath performed such an act: think not the courteous Palatine will hinder that thine honour hath achieved.--Orgalio, fetch me a sword, that presently this squire may be dubbed a knight.