Enter Jeronimo solus.
Jer. My boy adds treble comfort to my age;
His share is greatest in the victory.
The Portugals are slain, and put to flight
By Spaniards’ force, most by Horatio’s might.
I’ll to the Spanish tents to see my son,
Give him my blessing, and then all is done.
Enter two dragging of ensigns; then the funeral of Andrea: next Horatio and Lorenzo, leading Prince Balthezar captive; then the Lord General, with others, mourning. A great cry within, Charon, a boat, a boat! Then enter Charon and the ghost of Andrea.
Hor. O my lords,
See, Don Andrea’s ghost salutes me! see, embraces me!