Give him his chain.
But tell me now: hast thou confirm'd a peace?
GEN. No peace, my liege, but peace conditional,
That, if with homage tribute be well paid,
The fury of your forces will be stay'd.
And to this peace their viceroy hath subscrib'd,
Give the King a paper.
And made a solemn vow that during life
His tribute shall be truly paid to Spain.
KING. These words, these deeds become thy person well.
But now, knight-marshall, frolic with thy king,
For 'tis thy son that wins this battle's prize.
HIERO. Long may he live to serve my sovereign liege!
And soon decay unless he serve my liege!
A trumpet afar off.
KING. Nor thou nor he shall die without reward.
What means this warning of this trumpet's sound?
GEN. This tells me that your Grace's men of war,
Such as war's fortune hath reserv'd from death,
Come marching on towards your royal seat,
To show themselves before your Majesty;
For so gave I in charge at my depart.
Whereby by demonstration shall appear
That all, except three hundred or few more,
Are safe return'd and by their foes enrich'd.