No peace, my liege, but peace conditional,
That if with homage tribute be well paid,[33]
The fury of your[34] forces will be stay'd:
And to this[35] peace their viceroy hath subscrib'd,
[Gives the King a paper.
And made a solemn vow, that during life
His[36] tribute shall be truly paid to Spain.
King.
These words, these deeds, become thy person well.
But now, knight marshal, frolic with thy[37] king,
For 'tis thy son that wins this[38] battle's prize.
Hieronimo.
Long may he live to serve my sovereign liege,
And soon decay, unless he serve my liege.
King.
Nor thou, nor he, shall die without reward.
[A tucket[39] afar off.