Ele. I am for thee any way: thus or, see, thus;
Here try the vigour of thy sinewy arm.
The day is ours already; brainless heads
And bleeding bodies, like a crown, do stand
About the temples of our victory.
Yet, Spaniards, if you dare, we'll fight it out
Thus, man to man alone. I'll first begin
And conquer, or in blood wade up to the chin.
Phil. Let not a weapon stir but his and mine.
Ele. Nor on this side; conquest in blood shall shine.
[Alarum; they fight, the Moor is struck down, which his side seeing, step all in and rescue him; the rest join, and drive in the Moors. Alarum continuing, Spaniards and Moors, with drums and colours, fly over the stage, pursued by Philip, Cardinal, King of Portugal, and others.
Enter Zarack, Christofero, and Eleazar, at several doors.
Chris. Where is my lord?
Zar. Where is my sovereign?
Ele. What news brings Zarack and Christofero?
Zar. O, fly, my lords, fly, for the day is lost!
Ele. There are three hundred and odd days in a year,
And cannot we lose one of them? come, fight.