And. No, my dear self! for I was blest by thee.
Else his unpitying sword had cleft my heart,
Had not Horatio played some angel’s part.
Come, happy mortal, let me rank by thee,
Then am I sure no star will threaten me.
Hor. Let’s to the battle once more; we may meet
This haughty prince, and wound him at our feet.
[Exeunt.
Enter Rogero and Alexandro in their Shirts, with Poleaxes.[310]
Rog. Art thou true valiant? hast thou no coat of proof