What! do you set a little pigmy marshal
To question with a prince?
And. No, prince Balthezar;
I have desired him peace, that we might war:
What! is the tribute-money tendered yet?
Bal. Tribute? ha, ha!
What else: Wherefore meet our drums,
But to tender and receive the sums
Of many a bleeding heart which, ere sun fall,
Shall pay dear tribute, even their lives and all.