The army enters, BALTHAZAR between LORENZO
and HORATIO, captive.
KING. A gladsome sight! I long to see them here.
They enter and pass by.
Was that the warlike prince of Portingal
That by our nephew was in triumph led?
GEN. It was, my liege, the prince of Portingal.
KING. But what was he that on the other side
Held him by th' arm as partner of the prize?
HIERO. That was my son, my gracious sovereign;
Of whom though from his tender infancy
My loving thoughts did never hope but well,
He never pleasd his father's eyes till now,
Nor fill'd my heart with overcloying joys.
KING. Go, let them march once more about these walls,
That staying them we may confer and talk
With our brave prisoner and his double guard.
[Exit a MESSENGER.]
Hieoronimo, it greatly pleaseth us
That in our victory thou have a share
By virtue of thy worthy son's exploit.