Balthazar.
Right well, my liege, if this proviso were,
That Don Horatio bear us company,
Whom I admire and love for chivalry.
King.
Horatio, leave him not, that loves thee so.—
Now let us hence to see our soldiers paid,
And feast our prisoner as our friendly guest.
[Exeunt.
Enter Viceroy,[51] Alexandro, and Villuppo.
Viceroy.
Is our ambassador despatch'd for Spain?
Alexandro.