| Lor. | I crave no better than your grace awards. | |
| Hor. | Nor I, although I sit beside my right. | |
| King. | Then, by my judgment, thus your strife shall end: | |
| | You both deserve, and both shall have reward. | |
| | Nephew, thou took'st his weapon and his horse: | |
| | His weapons and his horse are thy reward. | 181 |
| | Horatio, thou did'st force him first to yield: | |
| | His ransom therefore is thy valour's fee; | |
| | Appoint the sum, as you shall both agree. | |
| | But, nephew, thou shalt have the prince in guard, | |
| | For thine estate best fitteth such a guest: | |
| | Horatio's house were small for all his train. | |
| | Yet, in regard thy substance passeth his, | |
| | And that just guerdon may befall desert, | |
| | To him we yield the armour of the prince. | 190 |
| | How likes Don Balthazar of this device? | |
| Bal. | Right well, my liege, if this proviso were, | |
| | That Don Horatio bear us company, | |
| | Whom I admire and love for chivalry. | |
| King. | Horatio, leave him not that loves thee so.-- | |
| | Now let us hence to see our soldiers paid, | |
| | And feast our prisoner as our friendly guest. | |
| [Exeunt. |