2649Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe: Runne one

2650Before, & let the Queen know of our guests: to morrow

2651Before the Sun shall see's, wee'l spill the blood

2652That ha's to day escap'd. I thanke you all,

2653For doughty handed are you, and haue fought

2654Not as you seru'd the Cause, but as't had beene

2655Each mans like mine: you haue shewne all Hectors.

2656Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,

2657Tell them your feats, whil'st they with ioyfull teares

2658Wash the congealement from your wounds, and kisse

2659The Honour'd-gashes whole.

2661Giue me thy hand,

2662To this great Faiery, Ile commend thy acts,

2663Make her thankes blesse thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,

2664Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all

2665Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart, and there

2666Ride on the pants triumphing.

2667Cleo. Lord of Lords.

2668Oh infinite Vertue, comm'st thou smiling from

2669The worlds great snare vncaught.

2670Ant. Mine Nightingale,

2671We haue beate them to their Beds.

2672What Gyrle, though gray

2673Do somthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we

2674A Braine that nourishes our Nerues, and can

2675Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man,

2676Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,

2677Kisse it my Warriour: He hath fought to day,

2678As if a God in hate of Mankinde, had

2679Destroyed in such a shape.

2680Cleo. Ile giue thee Friend

2681An Armour all of Gold: it was a Kings.

2682Ant. He has deseru'd it, were it Carbunkled

2683Like holy Phoebus Carre. Giue me thy hand,

2684Through Alexandria make a iolly March,

2685Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.

2686Had our great Pallace the capacity

2687To Campe this hoast, we all would sup together,

2688And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate

2689Which promises Royall perill, Trumpetters

2690With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare,

2691Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,

2692That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together,

2693Applauding our approach. Exeunt.