[Horatio has Prince Balthezar down; then enter Lorenzo and seizes his weapon.
Hor. Hand off, Lorenzo; touch not my prisoner.
Lor. He’s my prisoner;
I seized his weapons first.
Hor. O base renown!
’Tis easy to seize those whom force laid down.[311]
Lor. My lance first threw him from his warlike steed.
Jer. Thy lance, Lorenzo! now, by my beard, you lie.
Hor. Well, my lord,
To you a while I tender my whole prisoner.