[SCENE 1.]
_Enter [at one door] Duke, Montano, Valentia, Hatto, and Alfred.
Drumme, Colours, and Souldiers. [At another door
enter Frederick, Rinaldo, Alberto, with soldiers_.]
Duke. Our anger long agoe, renowned Lords,
Is satisfied in faire Valentias love.
Behold our proud sonne and these traiterous crew
That dares confront us in the field of Mars.
Valen. You have been too patient, my beloved Lord,
In calming these tumultuous jarring spirits.
Scourge them with steele, and make the proudest know
Tis more then death to have their Prince their foe.
Mon. Bloody constraints beseemes where dutie failes, And, oratory ceasing, force prevailes.
Hat. Peace would doe better, so it pleas'd your sonne.
Fred. In her allurements first [the strife] begun; Banish her from the land, and Ile resigne.
Duke. Learne thine owne dutie, traitor, I know mine.
Albert. Then there's no banishment?