All. And this.
Ten. The Duke of Medina this; Duke Gyron this; &, looke you, the Marquesse Alqueveza as much as all the rest.
Alq. Where's any of my men? give him your Cloake, sirra;
Fetch him cleane Band and Cuffs. I embrace thee, Pike;
And hugg thee in my armes: scorne not to weare
A Spanish livery.
Pike. Oh, my Lord, I am proud of't.
Mac. He shalbe with a Convoy sent to the King.
Alq. 4 of my gentlemen shall along with him: Ile beare thy charges, soldier, to Madrid, 5 peeces of 8 a day in travell, & Lying still thou shalt have halfe that.
Pike. On my knees Your vassaile thankes heaven, you, and these Princes.
Mac. Breake up the Court till afternoon: then the 2 Guzmans tryall.
All. Come, Englishman.
Med. How we honour valour thus our loves epresse: Thou hast a guard of Dukes and Marquesses.