_Duke of M._ This solemn joy whereof you now do speak, Was not solémnisèd, my friend, in vain; For at that time there came into the land The happiest tidings that they e'er did hear; For news was brought upon that solemn day Unto our court, that Ferdinandus proud Was slain himself, Carinus and his son Was banish'd both for e'er from Arragon; And for these happy news that joy was made.
_Cari._ But what, I pray, did afterward become Of old Carinus with his banish'd son? What, hear you nothing of them all this while?
_Duke of M._ Yes, too-too much, the Milan Duke may say. Alphonsus first by secret means did get To be a soldier in Belinus' wars, Wherein he did behave himself so well As that he got the crown of Arragon; Which being got, he dispossess'd also The King Belinus which had foster'd him. As for Carinus he is dead and gone: I would his son were his companion.
_Cari._ A blister build upon that traitor's tongue! But, for thy friendship which thou showed'st me, Take that of me, I frankly give it thee. [_Stabs the_ DUKE OF MILAN, _who dies._ Now will I haste to Naples with all speed, To see if Fortune will so favour me To view Alphonsus in his happy state.
SCENE III.--_Camp of_ AMURACK, _near Naples._
_Enter_ AMURACK, CROCON, FAUSTUS _and_ FABIUS, _with the_ Provost _and Turkish_ Janissaries.
_Amu._ Fabius, come hither: what is that thou sayest? What did God Mahound prophesy to us? Why do our viceroys wend unto the wars Before their king had notice of the same? What, do they think to play bob-fool with me? Or are they wax'd so frolic now of late, Since that they had the leading of our bands, As that they think that mighty Amurack Dares do no other than to soothe them up? Why speak'st thou not? what fond or frantic fit Did make those careless kings to venture it?
_Fabi._ Pardon, dear lord; no frantic fit at all, No frolic vein, nor no presumptuous mind, Did make your viceroys take these wars in hand: But forc'd they were by Mahound's prophecy To do the same, or else resolve to die.
_Amu._ So, sir, I hear you, but can scarce believe That Mahomet would charge them go before, Against Alphonsus with so small a troop, Whose number far exceeds King Xerxes' troop.
_Fabi._ Yes, noble lord, and more than that, he said That, ere that you, with these your warlike men, Should come to bring your succour to the field, Belinus, Claramont, and Arcastus too Should all be crown'd with crowns of beaten gold, And borne with triumph round about their tents.