Duke. And it shall be allowed.
You that doe love me, see the host prepar'd
To scare those traytors that our liues have scarde.
Our armie's many, but their power is few:[208]
Besides, they are traytors, all with us are true.
Sound Drums and trumpets, make the world rebound;
Hearten our friends, and all our foes confound.
[Alarum.
[Exeunt.
[SCENE 2.]
Enter Montano, with two or three souldiers;
Vandarmas leading Fredericke bound.
Fred. Base cowards, traytors! how am I surprizde,
[Bound] with these bonds? I am a Prince by birth,
And princely spirits disdaine such clogs of earth.
Let goe, you slaves.
Mon. First know your fathers pleasure.
Fred. You are too bold.
Mon. But you shall keepe a measure.
Fred. Thou blood of common Concubines, must I Be bound by thee, and heir of Saxony?
Enter Duke and Valen.