Act the Fifth Prologue
Alarum. Enter Venus.
Venus. Fierce is the fight, and bloody is the broil.
No sooner had the roaring cannon shot
Spit forth the venom of their firèd paunch,
And with their pellets sent such troops of souls
Down to the bottom of the dark Avern,
As that it cover’d all the Stygian fields;
But, on a sudden, all the men-at-arms,
Which mounted were on lusty coursers’ backs,
Did rush together with so great a noise
As that I thought the giants one time more
Did scale the heavens, as erst they did before.
Long time dame Fortune temper’d so her wheel
As that there was no vantage to be seen
On any side, but equal was the gain;
But at the length, so God and Fates decreed,
Alphonsus was the victor of the field,
And Amurack became his prisoner;
Who so remain’d, until his daughter came,
And by her marrying did his pardon frame. [Exit.