SCENE III.--_A Battle-field.

_Alarums:_ RODOMONT _and_ BRANDIMART _fly. Enter_ ORLANDO _with_ RODOMONT'S _coat._

_Orl._ The fox is scap'd, but here's his case: I miss'd him near; 'twas time for him to trudge. [_Enter the_ DUKE OF AQUITAIN. How now, my lord of Aquitain!

_Aq._ My lord, the court-of-guard is put unto the sword And all the watch that thought themselves so sure, So that not one within the castle breathes.

_Orl._ Come then, let's post amain to find out Rodomont, And then in triumph march unto Marsilius. [_Exeunt._

ACT THE SECOND