Hen. Yes, but not equal to the Generals.
King. The spoyles they equally shall both divide; The Generall chuse, 'tis his prerogative. Bellizarius be Viceregent over all Those conquerd parts of Affrick we call ours; Hubert the Master of my Henricks Horse And President of what the Goths possesse. Let this our last will stand.
Bel. We are richly paid.
Hub. Who earnes it must have wages.
King. Ile see you imbrac'd too.
Hub. With all my heart.
King. And Bellizarius Make him thy Scholler.
Hub. His Scholler!
King. There's stuffe in him
Which temper'd well would make him a noble fellow.
Now for these Prisoners: 'tis my best sacrifice
My pious zeale can tender to the Gods.
I censure thus: let all be naked stript,
Then to the midst of the vaste Wildernesse
That stands 'twixt us and wealthy Persia
They shall be driven, and there wildly venture
As Famine or the fury of the Beasts
Conspires to use them. Which is that Bishop?
Hub. Stand forth: this is Eugenius.