Bel.  You?

Hub.  I, Bellizarius, I; I found your troopes
Reeling and pale and ready to turne Cowards,
But you not in the head; when I (brave sir)
Charg’d in the Reere and shooke their battaile so
The Fever never left them till they fell. 
I pulled the Wings up, drew the rascals on,
Clapt ’em and cry’d ‘follow, follow.’  This is the hand
First toucht the Gates, this foote first tooke the City;
This Christian Church-man snacht I from the Altar
And fir’d the Temple.  ’Twas this sword was sheath’d
In panting bosomes both of young and old;
Fathers, sonnes, mothers, virgins, wives and widowes: 
Like death I havocke cryed so long till I
Had left no monuments of life or buildings
But these poore ruins.  What these brave Spirits did
Was like to this, I must confesse ’tis true,
But not beyond it.

King.  You have done nobly all. 
Nor let the Generall thinke I soyle his worth
In that I raise this forward youth so neare
Those honours he deserves from Genzericke;
For he may live to serve my Henrick thus,
And growing vertue must not want reward. 
You both allow these deeds he so much boasts of?

Hen.  Yes, but not equal to the Generals.

King.  The spoyles they equally shall both divide; The Generall chuse, ’tis his prerogative. Bellizarius be Viceregent over all Those conquerd parts of Affrick we call ours; Hubert the Master of my Henricks Horse And President of what the Goths possesse.  Let this our last will stand.

 Bel.  We are richly paid.

 Hub.  Who earnes it must have wages.

 King.  Ile see you imbrac’d too.

 Hub.  With all my heart.

King.  And Bellizarius Make him thy Scholler.

 Hub.  His Scholler!

King.  There’s stuffe in him
Which temper’d well would make him a noble fellow. 
Now for these Prisoners:  ’tis my best sacrifice
My pious zeale can tender to the Gods. 
I censure thus:  let all be naked stript,
Then to the midst of the vaste Wildernesse
That stands ’twixt us and wealthy Persia
They shall be driven, and there wildly venture
As Famine or the fury of the Beasts
Conspires to use them.  Which is that Bishop?

 Hub.  Stand forth:  this is Eugenius.

Eug.  I stand forth
Daring all tortures, kissing Racks and Wheeles
And Flames, to whom I offer up this body. 
You keepe us from our Crownes of Martyrdomes
By this delaying:  dispatch us hence.

King.  Not yet, Sir: 
Away with them, stay him; and if our Gods
Can win this Christian Champion, now so stout,
To fight upon their sides, give him reward;
Our Gods will reach him praise.