And. Aye, and returned it with menacing brows;
Prince Balthezar his son
Grew violent, and wish’d the fight begun.
Enter Lorenzo.
Lor. So, so, I have sent my slave to hell;
Though he blab there, the devils will not tell.
A Tucket within.[306]
Spain. How now! what means this trumpet’s sound?
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. My liege, the Portugals