SCENE I.--_A Battle-field.

_Alarum. Enter_ FLAMINIUS _on one side,_ ALPHONSUS _on the other. They fight_; ALPHONSUS _kills_ FLAMINIUS.

_Alphon._ Go pack thou hence unto the Stygian lake, And make report unto thy traitorous sire How well thou hast enjoy'd the diadem Which he by treason set upon thy head; And if he ask thee who did send thee down, Alphonsus say, who now must wear thy crown.

_Alarum. Enter_ LÆLIUS.

_Læli._ Traitor, how dar'st thou look me in the face, Whose mighty king thou traitorously hast slain? What, dost thou think Flaminius hath no friends For to revenge his death on thee again? Yes, be you sure that, ere you 'scape from hence, Thy gasping ghost shall bear him company, Or else myself, fighting for his defence, Will be content by those thy hands to die.

_Alphon._ Lælius, few words would better thee become, Especially as now the case doth stand; And didst thou know whom thou dost threaten thus, We should you have more calmer out of hand: For, Lælius, know that I Alphonsus am, The son and heir to old Carinus, whom The traitorous father of Flaminius Did secretly bereave his diadem. But see the just revenge of mighty Jove! The father dead, the son is likewise slain By that man's hand who they did count as dead, Yet doth survive to wear the diadem, When they themselves accompany the ghosts Which wander round about the Stygian fields. [LÆLIUS _gazes upon_ ALPHONSUS. Muse not hereat, for it is true I say; I am Alphonsus, whom thou hast misus'd.

_Læli._ The man whose death I did so oft lament? [_Kneels._ Then pardon me for these uncourteous words, The which I in my rage did utter forth, Prick'd by the duty of a loyal mind; Pardon, Alphonsus, this my first offence, And let me die if e'er I flight[40] again.

_Alphon._ Lælius, I fain would pardon this offence, And eke accept thee to my grace again, But that I fear that, when I stand in need And want your help, you will your lord betray: How say you, Lælius, may I trust to thee?

_Læli._ Ay, noble lord, by all the gods I vow; For first shall heavens want stars, and foaming seas Want watery drops, before I'll traitor be Unto Alphonsus, whom I honour so.

_Alphon._ Well then, arise; and for because I'll try [LÆLIUS _arises._ If that thy words and deeds be both alike, Go haste and fetch the youths of Arragon, Which now I hear have turn'd their heels and fled: Tell them your chance, and bring them back again Into this wood; where in ambushment lie, Until I send or come for you myself.

_Læli._ I will, my lord. [_Exit._

_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?

_Alphon._ Not so, Belinus, till you promise me All things belonging to the royal crown Of Arragon, and make your lordings swear For to defend me to their utmost power Against all men that shall gainsay the same.

_Beli._ Mark, what belongèd erst unto the crown Of Arragon, that challenge as thine own; Belinus gives it frankly unto thee, And swears by all the powers of glittering skies To do my best for to maintain the same, So that it be not prejudicial Unto mine honour, or my country-soil.

_Albi._ And by the sacred seat of mighty Jove Albinius swears that first he'll die the death, Before he'll see Alphonsus suffer wrong.

_Fabi._ What erst Albinius vow'd we jointly vow.

_Alphon._ Thanks, mighty lords; but yet I greatly fear That very few will keep the oaths they swear. But, what, Belinus, why stand you so long, And cease from offering homage unto me? What, know you not that I thy sovereign am, Crownèd by thee and all thy other lords, And now confirmèd by your solemn oaths? Feed not thyself with fond persuasions, But presently come yield thy crown to me, And do me homage, or by heavens I swear I'll force thee to it maugre all thy train.

_Beli._ How now, base brat! what, are thy wits thine own, That thou dar'st thus abraid[41] me in my land? 'Tis best for thee these speeches to recall, Or else, by Jove, I'll make thee to repent That ere thou sett'st thy foot in Naples' soil.

_Alphon._ "Base brat," say'st thou? as good a man as thou: But say I came but of a base descent, My deeds shall make my glory for to shine As clear as Luna in a winter's night. But for because thou bragg'st so of thy birth, I'll see how it shall profit thee anon.

_Fabi._ Alphonsus, cease from these thy threatening words, And lay aside this thy presumptuous mind, Or else be sure thou shalt the same repent.

_Alphon._ How now, sir boy! will you be prattling too? 'Tis best for thee to hold thy tattling tongue, Unless I send some one to scourge thy breech. Why, then, I see 'tis time to look about When every boy Alphonsus dares control: But be they sure, ere Phœbus' golden beams Have compassèd the circle of the sky, I'll clog their tongues, since nothing else will serve To keep those vilde[42] and threatening speeches in. Farewell, Belinus, look thou to thyself: Alphonsus means to have thy crown ere night. [_Exit._

_Beli._ What, is he gone? the devil break his neck, The fiends of hell torment his traitorous corpse! Is this the quittance of Belinus' grace, Which he did show unto that thankless wretch, That runagate, that rakehell, yea, that thief? For, well I wot, he hath robb'd me of a crown. If ever he had sprung from gentle blood, He would not thus misuse his favourer.

_Albi._ "That runagate, that rakehell, yea, that thief"! Stay there, sir king, your mouth runs over-much; It ill becomes the subject for to use Such traitorous terms against his sovereign. Know thou, Belinus, that Carinus' son Is neither rakehell, [no], nor runagate. But be thou sure that, ere the darksome night Do drive god Phœbus to his Thetis' lap, Both thou, and all the rest of this thy train, Shall well repent the words which you have sain.

_Beli._ What, traitorous villain, dost thou threaten me?-- Lay hold on him, and see he do not 'scape: I'll teach the slave to know to whom he speaks.

_Albi._ To thee I speak, and to thy fellows all; And though as now you have me in your power, Yet doubt I not but that in little space These eyes shall see thy treason recompens'd, And then I mean to vaunt our victory.

_Beli._ Nay, proud Albinius, never build on that; For though the gods do chance for to appoint Alphonsus victor of Belinus' land, Yet shalt thou never live to see that day;-- And therefore, Fabius, stand not lingering, But presently slash off his traitorous head.

_Albi._ Slash off his head! as though Albinius' head Were then so easy to be slashèd off: In faith, sir, no; when you are gone and dead, I hope to flourish like the pleasant spring.

_Beli._ Why, how now, Fabius! what, do you stand in doubt To do the deed? what fear you? who dares seek For to revenge his death on thee again, Since that Belinus did command it so? Or are you wax'd so dainty, that you dare Not use your sword for staining of your hands? If it be so, then let me see thy sword, And I will be his butcher for this time. [FABIUS _gives_ BELINUS _his sword drawn._ Now, Sir Albinius, are you of the mind That erst you were? what, do you look to see, And triumph in, Belinus' overthrow? I hope the very sight of this my blade Hath chang'd your mind into another tune.

_Albi._ Not so, Belinus, I am constant still; My mind is like to the asbeston-stone, Which, if it once be heat in flames of fire, Denieth to becomen cold again: Even so am I, and shall be till I die. And though I should see Atropos appear, With knife in hand, to slit my thread in twain, Yet ne'er Albinius should persuaded be But that Belinus he should vanquish'd see.

_Beli._ Nay, then, Albinius, since that words are vain For to persuade you from this heresy, This sword shall sure put you out of doubt.

[BELINUS _offers to strike off_ ALBINIUS' _head: alarum; enter_ ALPHONSUS _and his_ Men; BELINUS _and_ FABIUS _fly, followed by_ ALPHONSUS _and_ ALBINIUS.