LOR. I crave no better than your Grace awards.
HOR. Nor I, although I sit beside my right.
KING. Then by judgment thus your strife shall end:
You both deserve and both shall have reward.
Nephew, thou took'st his weapons and his horse:
His weapons and his horse are thy reward.
Horatio, thou did'st force him first to yield:
His ransom therefore is thy valour's fee;
Appoint the sum as you shall both agree.
But, nephew, thou shalt have the prince in guard,
For thine estate best fitteth such a guest;
Horatio's house were small for all his train.
Yet, in regard thy substance passeth his,
And that just guerdon may befall desert,
To him we yield the armour of the prince.
How likes Don Balthazar of this device?
BALT. Right well, my liege, if this proviso were:
That Don Horatio bear us company,
Whom I admire and love for chivalry.
KING. Horatio, leave him not that loves thee so.
Now let us hence, to see our soldiers paid,
And feast our prisoner as our friendly guest.
Exeunt.
[ACT I. SCENE 2.]
[Portugal: the VICEROY'S palace.]
Enter VICEROY, ALEXANDRO, VILLUPPO.
VICE. Is our ambassador dispatch'd for Spain?