This gallant caualiero Dicke Bovvyer newly acted.

The Historie of the triall of Cheualry . Enter Lewes , King of France , Philip his sonne , Katharina , his daughter , Rodorick , and Flaunders with Drum & colours , and soldiers at one dore : at the other , enter Nauar , Ferdinand , Bellamira , and the Earle of Pembrooke , and Burbon . DVke Rodorick , and my noble cozen Flaunders , Are your Battalions ready for the charge ? Rod. Ten thousand men of Orleance I commaund , And those are brauely marshald on the playn , Ready to be commaunded by your Highnesse , Flaund. As many of the warlike brood of Mar● Doe call me Generall : those , my gracious Lord , Together with my selfe I recommend , To be commaunded by your Maiesty . Lew. Thanks , Earle of Flaunders , Duke of Orleance , thanks , What lets vs that we charge not on the Foe ? Nauar. My Lord of Pembrooke , are your Englishmen Squadron'd with ours , and ready for the charge ? Pem. The French and English make one warlike body , Whereof your Highnesse is the mouing head : Or peace or warre , as pleaseth you , direct . Nau. Then war ; and giue the signall through the Host . Lew. Nauar , Nauar , submission were more meete , Then to adde bloud to wrong . Nau. What wrong , King Lewes ? The Kingdome of Nauar we will acknowledge To hold of none but of the King of Kings . Lew. Three hundred yeres prescriptions on our sides ▪ So long thy Ancestors by ●●al●y Haue held thy Kingdome of the Crowne of France . Pem. Talke not of yeres , yeres limit not a Crowne , There 's no prescriptions to inthrall a King : He finds it written in the Rowles of time , Nauar 's a Kingdome solely absolute , And by collusion of the Kings of France , Because it lies so fitly vpon France , The people speaking all one mother toung , It hath bin wrested for a Royalty , Vntruly due vnto the Crowne of France . That Pembrook speaks the truth , behold my sword , Which shall approue my words substantiall . Rod. Pembrooke , you are too plaine in your discourse . Bur. I tell thee , Rodoricke , Pembrooke soldier-like Hath truely opened , what ten thousand liues Will hardly doe , if warre be made the Iudge . Ro. If war be Iudge ? why , shallow-witted Burbon , Who shall decide this difference , but war ? Hath not the Iudge put on his Scarlet Robe ? Is not the field prepar'd ? our men in armour ? The Trumpets ready for the sound of death ? And nothing hinders vs but our owne words ? Leaue idle parley , my dread soueraigne Lord , And soone resolue the Duke in fire and smoke , That he maintaines a title false and forg'd , And that Nauar is a vsurping Lord . Na. On that i le hazzard all these valiant liues . Sound Drums and Trumpets , make King Lewes know , He makes his best friend proue his greatest foe . Lew. Why pause our drums ? our trumpets , speak as lowd , Till the bright ayre be made a purple cloud . Phil. Pause , gracious father . Ferd. Noble father , pause . Let Ferdinand thy sonne so far preuayle , That peace , not war ▪ may end this difference . Bel. For Bellamiraes sake ▪ abstayne from war . Phil. Philip ▪ thy sonne ▪ humbly desires a peace . Let not my father sheathe his warlike sword Within the bowels of his Countreymen . Kath. Thy daughter Katharina prayes the like . Nau. From whence proceeds this sudden sound of peace ? Comes it from me ? what , from my Ferdinand ? From Bellamira my sweet second selfe ? Lew. Or rather comes it ( Lewes ) from thy soule ? Thy Philip , the true Image of thy selfe ? Thy Katharina , thy hearts chiefest ioy ? Rod. Princes , you aske , you know not what your selues . Pem. Rodorick , they aske a sweet and pleasing boone . Rod. Why , they aske peace , and we are set for war . Fer. T is a bad peace exceeds not a iust war . Phil. We will not rise from this submissiue ground , Till we obtayne , if not a peace , a truce . Fer. Nor shall our feet bee guilty of new steps , Till I obtayne a truce from murdering war . Lew. Shew me some reason ( sonne ) for this demaund . Nau. Shew me some reason ( children ) for this prayer . Fer. I loue the daughter of thine enemy . Fayre Katharina hath inthrald my heart . Phil. I loue the daughter of thine enemy , Fayre Bellamira hath inthral'd my heart . Pem. Is loue the cause ? then wherfore wage we war ? What matter is t who weares both Diadems , When the Succession liues in eythers heyre ? If Ferdinand be crown'd King of Nauar , Fayre Katharina shal be crownd his Queene : If Philip weare the Diadem of France , Fayre Bellamira , made his louely Queene , Swayes halfe the Scepter . See what heauen can doe , Prouide for peace , euen in the iawes of war ! Kat. How sweetly doth the Earle of Pembrooke speake ! Now , trust me , I am rauisht with his voyce . Lew. What sayes Nauar ? what , is t war or peace ? Na. A truce for three moneths , so it please your Highnes ; During which time our children shall haue leaue , With Drum and Trumpet to surueigh the Campe , To Court our daughters , and to feast themselues , As fits the sonnes of honourable foes : And if it proue a match betweene them both , There end all difference , I le bequeath my Crowne , As a rich offering to their nuptiall Rites . Lew. Here , strike the truce vpon my kingly hand , Which is as surely ratified in this , As by the testimoniall of a world . So now , for three moneths space all warres surcease , Our thoughts are wholy fixt on loue and peace . Exeunt . Manent Rodorick , and Burbon . Rod. Zounds , here 's a truce made vp by miracle . Burb. I le crosse it by a wi●y stratageme . Rod. What stratageme ? Burb. By loue to Bellamira . Oh could I diue into the Princes heart , By any insinuation ne're so base , How easily might I effect my plot , To make the Kingdome of Nauarre mine owne . 'T were but a dram or so vnto the sonne , And a small thing would send the old man hence . What , noble Rodorick , to gayne a Crowne , A Duke would doe much . Rod. More then poyson two : But you , my Lord , forget your selfe too farre ; Know you to whom you haue disclosde your heart ? Burb. Why , to the Duke of Orleance . Rod. The deare friend of Lewes the French King . Burb. King me no Kings , Although we seeme to be of seuerall sides , Rodorick , we loue together like true friends . This Truce giues ayme to our intention : Assist me ( worthy Orleance ) to effect , First , my desired loue , and next the Crowne . Rod. Peter de Lions is your Lordships seruant , A boone companion , and a lusty Knaue : He is in loue with Bellamiraes mayd , And by that loue he may bestead your Highnesse , More then your best friends in your best designes , Call him forth . Enter Peter . Burb. What Peter . Pet. Here , my Lord . Burb. Why dost thou looke so wildly ? Pet. Not with drinke , nor yet with rage . Rod. His lookes are wild with loue . Pet. With loue surreuerence ? can there be a face In all the world patcht vp with eyes and lips , A forhead , and a payre of Crimson cheeks , To make me doat on , to make me looke wild ? Rod. Come , come , t is knowne that you loue Thomasin . Pet. Zounds , they that know that , know my heart & all ; I haue not the power to deny it , t is most true . Burb. And t is most true that I loue Bellamira : Now if thou art in fauour of thy wench , Many a meeting thou mayst helpe me to , And learne besides what sutors seeke her loue , And whom she most affects . These things once knowne , T were worth a Dukedome , Peter . Pet. 'Sbloud , giue me a Dukedome , and i le warrant you The knowledge of these ●●●ngs ten times o're . Rod. There s Angels f●● thee , Peter , thinke on them , And doe thy best to helpe thy master's ●●ue . Well , howsoeuer I smooth it to the Duke , My thoughts are bent on his destruction . Pet. You haue my heart in your purse , i le doe any thing for you . Bur. And thou shalt want no gold , & so farwel . Exeunt . Pet.

I cannot chuse but farewell , and haue the good Angels to comfort me ; yet I am melancholy . Heeres gold to make me merry : O but ( hey ho ) here s loue to make me sad . To auoyd prolixity , I am crost with a Sutor , that wants a piece of his toung , and that makes him come lisping home : they call him Caualiero Bowyer , he will haue no nay , but the ●●●ch . By these hilts , such another swash-Buckler liues not in the nyne quarters of the world : why , he came ouer with the Earle of Pembrooke ; and he limps , and he limps , & he deuoures more French ground at two paces , than will serue Thomasin at nineteene . If euer he speake French , to auoyd prolixity , he will murder the toung . I le prouide for him , there s but small choice , either he shall renounce the wench , or forsake his lame legs , his lisping toung , and his life to●for by S. Denis , I had rather dye in a ditch , then be bob'd of my fayre Thomasin . Exit .

Enter at one dore Philip and Rodorick , a Drummer before them , with his Drum at his back : at the other dore , Ferdinand and Pembrooke with their Drummer . Ferd. Whither goes royall Philip thus prepar'd ? Phil. On what aduenture goes Prince Ferdinand ? Fer. To conquer all the world , fayre Katharine , Whose beauty in mine eye surmounts it far . Vertue and loue conducts me to your sister . Phil. On the like voyage are my fortunes bound , I goe to winne thy sister . Ferd. Some fayre Starre , On our great hopes shine fayre and debonaire . Pem. Amen , sayth Pembrooke . Rod. Amen , sayth Rodoricke . Ferd. This way my Loue dwels . Phil. In this ayre breathes mine . Both. Farewell . Phil. Prince Ferdinand , if these crosse loues Enioy a wisht successe , peace here shall dwell . Ferd. And we be friendly Brothers . Phil. True . Both. Farewell . Exeunt Philip , and Rodoricke . Pem. Pity such true loue , which like blessed seed , Sowne in such fertile soyle , his princely brest , By the rough stormy brow and winters hate Of aduerse parents should be timelesse nipt , And dye e're it attayne maturity : For I haue heard , the Princesse whom he serues , Is hotely courted by the Duke of Burbon , Who to effect his choyce , hath in these warres Furnisht your father with a gallant power : His loue may haply then disable Philips . Fer. O no , my father doth affect the Prince : Besides , my sisters heart is so combin'd To his in perfect loue , that Burbons hate , Nor all the world that knot can separate . Then sorrow not for him , but turne the streame Of gentle pity on thy wretched friend , Within whose bosome loue hath kindled fire , So ardent , that the flames will bury me . Philip is throued in my sisters eyes : But in my loue disdayne and hatred lyes . Pem. Doth she not pay true kindnesse with the like ? Fer. As stepdames , orphanes , night , the cleer-fac't day , So doth she hate me , and returne my woes , Like a steeld Anuill backward on my selfe . She is all hate , yet such a louely foe , That I must kisse the sword that wounds me so . Pem. Interre these thoughts , this is her fathers tent . Drum , giue a friendly summons to the King . Fer. Forbeare a while ( deare Pembrooke : ) by our vowes , Which in the booke of heauen are registred , By all the rightes of friendship , by that loue Thou bearst thy natiue Countrey , I coniure thee , This day to be the Trumpet of my worth , To speake the passions of thy grieued friend , To Katharines eares , till those pure Iuory gates , Pearst with the volley of thy battring words , Giue way to my laments to touch her heart : For this haue I extracted the from many , Made thee my fellow Pilgrim to her shrine , Knowing thy thoughts from loues Religion free , When my prayers fayle , thy tongue may plead for me . Pem. Must I be spokesman ? Pembrooke plead for loue ? Whose toung tunde to the Instruments of war , Neuer knew straine of fancy on my breath : Affection neuer dwelt , but war and death . But if thou lou'dst to haue thy soldiers fight , Or hearten the spent courages of men , Pembrooke could vse a stile inuincible . Lou'dst thou a towne , I de teach thee how to woo her , With words of thunder-bullets wrapt in fire , Till with thy Cannon battry she relent , And humble her proud heart to stoop to thee . Or if not this , then mount thee on a Steed , Whose courage neuer awde an yron Bit , And thou shalt heare me hollow to the beast , And with commaunding accents master him : This Courtship Pembrooke knowes ; but idle loue , The slicke-fac't obiect of an amorous brayne , Did neuer clothe mine eye-balls , neuer taught This toung inurde to broyles and stratagems , The passionate language of a troubled heart : I am too blunt and rude for such nice seruice . Yet since my friend inioynes me to this taske , Take courage , i le both speake , plead , woo for thee , And when I want fit words to moue her mind , I le draw my sword , and sweare she must be kind . Drummer report our presence to the King . A parley , and answered . Enter France , Flaunders , and attendants . Lew. Prince Ferdinand , and honourd English Pembrooke , Now by S. Denis , welcome . One runne straight , And giue our daughter notice of these ghests . What man , we know you come prepar'd to woo : To woo , to winne ; now by our sacred life , We wish in soule our daughter were your wife . Our sonne is with your sister , faire hap wayt : For peace or war liues in your loue or hate . Welcome once more ; first , wee le go see your loue , After , to banquet , and from thence to woo . Be merry , then wee le share a friendly part , But you shall tryumph in our daughters heart . Exeunt , Enter Katharina , her man Bowyer , and a Paynter . Kath. See that the Tent be ready furnished . By this , my father and those Lords are met , Mongst whom , the noble Pembrooke , like the Sunne . Out-shines the borrowed glory of the rest : And well I may compare him to the Sunne , That but once lookt vpon with his fayre shape , Hat dazled my poore sences , and left me blind . But sirra , where 's the man I bade you bring ? Bow . If you can iudge of colours ( Madam ) this is he . Paynter , stand forth . Kath. An earnest cause ( my friend ) importunes me , Wherein I am to craue thy cunningst Arte. Payn. Such as it is , you may commaund , faire Princesse . Kath. But are thy colours fresh ? thy pensill smoothe ? Thy hand vnwauering ? and thy head dislodg'd Of all vnquiet harsh incumbrances ? For thou must draw proportion of those parts , Whose worth to tell , my toung wants vtterance . Payn. Feare you not ( Madam ) I am well prepar'd . Kat. Then hither strait with youthfull Ferdinand , Nauars stout sonne , there comes an English Knight , Pembrooke they call him , honourably borne : Him ( whilst we are in conference ) thou shalt marke , And to the life set downe his counterfet . Nor is it needfull I should shew him thee , The goodliest person in the traine , that 's he . Bow .

Let me alone to giue the Paynter destruction , I know him as well as the Begger knowes his dish : he weares a white Scarfe in his hat , and an Orange tawny feather vpon his arme .

Kath. Foole , indirectly thou describ'st another : That s Prince Nauar , Pembrooke his plume is Azure , A little intermixt with spotlesse white , Prefiguring the temper of the Sky , With whose hye motion his great mind doth moue . Bow .

Orange tawny and Azure , all 's one , all is but feather , there is no difference I am sure but in colour .

Kath.

Why , that s as much as may be , is it not ?

Bow .

Not so , i le proue the contrary : You are fayre , and I am foule , is that all the difference betweene you and I ? there 's another thing in it , if you marke it well .

Kath. I prythee peace , and with thy ignorance Draw not the Paynter likewise into errour . Here take thy stand , thou knowst him by these markes I lately spake of : seeme to excell thine Arte , And I will study to requite thy paynes . Enter Lewes , Ferdinand , Pembrooke , Rodoricke , and Flaunders . Lew. Thus did the Greeks , when they begirt the walles Of strong built Troy , sometimes with friendly cheeke Entertayne peace , and spend their frollick houres , In courtly feasting of each other foe . Welcome ( young Ferdinand ) I promise you , It cheeres my spirit we doe imbrace you here , And welcome too ( braue Lord ) we cannot say , As if we were in Paris ; we might say , Your viands shall be costly : but presume , Such as the Camp affords , wee le haue the best . Daughter , I prythee bid ▪ them welcome . Kath. My Lord , I doe That with the Congy of a bended knee : But this with my true hearts loyalty . Lords , you are welcome , by my fathers leaue . Lew. Why , now thou dost content thy father , Kate , When wholy vnto merryment inclin'd , Thou answerst with like simpathy of mind . Fer. But yet her lookes are haggard and obscure , Which makes me doubtfull shee le not stoop to lure . Lew. Princes , let 's enter : come , I le lead the way ▪ The feast is mine , you are my ghests this day . Fer. Now Pembrooke , shew thy friendships true effect , Obtayne her loue , my life thou shalt protect . Exeunt . Kat. He stayes behind the rest , O happy houre ! Worke on ( sweet Paynter ) to inrich mine eye With that , which els procures my tragedy . Pem. Fayre Madam , in this confluence of sweet ioy , When euery one resorts vnto the feast , Me thankes you should not thus retyre alone , As seeming , your best fare were heauy mo●e . Kat. I am not ( Sir ) alone , nor do I starue My appetite with any wil-full fast , I haue a banquet of sweet pleasing thoughts , That is more precious then the costliest feast . Pem. But at your fathers boord there sits a ghest , To whom the cup of Ganimede will seeme But iuice of Hemlocke , and the daintiest dish , As much vnsauory as the Pomice stone , Vnlesse your presence season his delight . Kat. I am sory I want skill to serue his dyet . I haue not bin instructed to such end . Pem But I wil teach you ( Madam ) if you please . Kat. Rather the party grieued first should shew Wherein we erre , els how can we discerne What is our fault , or how we may amend ? Pem. That office he commits vnto my toung . Kat. Is he not able then to speake himselfe ? Pem. Yes , Madam , I haue heard when Ferdinand , With whom in Padua I was conuersant , So spake in the assembly of the learnd , With such a grace and well composed phrase , As many thought graue Tullies eloquence Flowed like a hony Riuer from his lips . Kath. He wanteth then belike sufficient courage . Pem. Neuer liu'd Knight lesse preiudic'd in that , Then valiant Ferdinand , whom I haue seene , Couch his staffe Launce with such dexterity , As if the god of battell had himselfe Entred the Lists , and preassing to the midst Of steele-composed troops , like lightning fly , Till he had made a passage with his sword . Kat. So puissant in his fortitude with men , And daunted with a silly womans looks ? How can that be ? Pem. Yes , when you weygh the force Of your resistlesse and controwling beauty , It is your beauty : were his power and spirit Ten times more hauty ventrous then it is , Compels it stoope in homage to your foot , As trembling Lambs , when they to Lions couch . Kat. 'T was well he chose so good an Orator , To plead the imperfection of his cause . Pem. I should haue that opinion of my selfe , If for my sake your Grace would fauour him . Kat. Yes , for your sake we haue indur'd his name ; And for your sake we tolerate his suite : But when you cease to speake , then all that prayse You haue attributed to his desert , Seemes borrowed from your selfe , you are the man Whose eloquence compares with Ciceroes . You are the man , whose knightly fortitude Liues in the world vnpreiudic'd of any . You vanquish beauty , and inthrall the mind Of female weaknesse , with no lesser awe , Then Indian vassayles stoop vnto their Lords . The name of Ferdinand you haue mista'ne : Say t is your selfe , and then your whole discourse Obserues the perfect method that it should ▪ Pem. Should I be false and trecherous to my friend ? I am intreated but to speake for him . Kat. But for your selfe would be more acceptable . Oh pardon me , nor let immodest strayne Cleaue to my brow , my loue is chastely bred , Other then Pembrooke , Katharine neuer vowes , Shall be inthroniz'd in hermayden thoughts . Pem. Mistake me not , I say t is Ferdinand Dyes in affection to your Deity . Kath. But in affection I suruiue to none , But onely Pembrooke . Pem. Will you be esteem'd A cruell murdresse of a loyall friend ? Kat. Will Pembrooke triumph in a womans fall ? Pem. You anger me , respect young Ferdinand . Kat. You please me not , to speake of Ferdinand . Pem. Nay , then t is time to go , or wrong my friend . Since , Madam , what I would I cannot doe , Mine honour here bids me leaue off to woo . Exit . Kat. Stay , Pembrooke , Katharine will sue to thee , So shalt thou keepe thy fayth and loyalty . Bow .

Tary , sir , tary , we want the length of your nose : nay ▪ if you will not heare , i le be so bold as follow your nose . Sir , tary , tary . Exit .

Kat. He will not heare , nor ( too vnkind ) looke backe . Payn. But , Madam , spight his heart you shall see this . Kat. Giue me his picture : Image far more kind , Then is the substance , whence thou art deriu'd ! Which way soeuer I diuert my selfe , Thou seemst to follow with a louing eye . Thee will I therefore hold within mine armes , Enter Ferd. As some small comfort to increasing harmes . Fer. What meanes my second selfe by this long stay ? I cannot rest till I be certified , What good or bad successe my suite returnes : But he is gone , and in faire Katharines hand I see his picture . What may this pretend ? Kat. Thou hast done well indeed , in euery part Thou shewst complete & cunning workmanship : His eye , his lip , his cheeke are rightly fram'd ; But one thing thou hast grosly ouer-slipt . Where is his stubborne vnrelenting heart , That lurkes in secret as his master doth , Disdayning to regard or pity me ? Payn. Madam , his heart must be imagined By the description of the outward parts . Kat. O no ; for then it would be tractable , Mild and applausiue as the others be . Fer. No Prince , but Pembrooke dwels in Katharines eye , Whose that disturbs our pleasing solitude . Fer. Know you not me ? my name is Ferdinand , Whose faithfull loue Lord Pembrooke late commenc't ? Kat. Speake then for Pembrooke as he did for you , Or els your bootlesse suite will soone be cold . Fer. Why , he was Orator in my behalfe : If I should speake for him , as he for me , Then should I breathe forth his passions , not mine owne . I , I , t is so , the villaine , in my name , Hath purchasd her affection for himselfe , And therefore was he absent from the feast : And therefore shuns my sight , and leaues behind This counterfet , to keepe him still in mind . Enter Bowyer . T is so , t is so , base Traytor , for this wrong My sword shall cut out thy perfidious toung . Exit . Bow .

I haue runne till I sweat , sweat till my shirt cleaues to my backe , cryed till I am hoarse , and am hoarse till I cannot cry , and yet he will not come backe .

Kat. No matter , fellow , I haue here a pledge , Enter Lewes . Which I will zealously deuote me to ▪ There 's thy reward , withdraw , my father comes . Lew. Where are these Lords ? the one hath sate with me , And suddenly is risen from the boord : The other came not at all . Daughter , saw you The Prince or Pembrooke , which way they are gone ? Kat. Backe to their Tents , my Lord , as I suppose . Lew. Backe to their Tents , and take no leaue of vs ▪ Nay , then I feare their meaning was too smoothe , And some blacke Treason couer'd in their smiles , Which we will seeke immediately to preuent . Exeunt . Enter Dicke Bowyer , and soldiers , with Drum and colours . Bow .

Stand , giue the word along , stand .

Lieu.

Stand there .

Bow .

Lieutenant .

Lieu.

Captayne .

Bow .

Is the watch set in the Kings quarter yet ?

Lieu.

An howre agoe .

Bow .

Zounds , what foolish Canaanits were they , to run in debt to their eyes for an houres sleepe , sooner then they needed ? Sergeant .

Ser.

Anon sir .

Bow .

Anon sir ! s'hart , the Rogue answers like a Drawer : but t is the tricke of most of these Sergeants , all clincum , clancum . Gods dynes , I am an Onyon , if I had not rather serue formost in the forlorne hoope of a battell , or runne poynt blancke against the mouth of a double charged Cannon , then come vnder the arrests of some of their pewter pessels : zounds , t is hotter a great deale then hell mouth , & Diues burning in Sulphur : but thou art none of the genealogy of them . Where must we watch to night ?

Ser.

In the furthest Trenches that confront the enemies Campe .

Bow .

That s the next way to haue all our throats cut .

Lieu.

That cannot be , you know , Captaine , there 's a peace toward .

Bo.

A pox a peace , it keeps our Ancient whole ; but s'hart our gaberdines go to wrack : but futra : t is well known , since Dick Bowyer came to Fraunce , he hath shewed himselfe a gentleman & a Caualiero , and sets feare at 's heeles : and I could scape ( a pox on it ) th' other thing , I might haps return safe & sound to England ; but what remedy ? al flesh is grasse , and some of vs must needes be scorcht in this hote Countrey . Lieutenant Core , prithee lead my Band to their quarter , and the Rogues do not as they should , cram thy selfe , good Core , downe their throats , and choak them . Who stand Sentronell to night , sir ?

Sol.

That must I , Captayne .

Bow .

You , Rafe Nod ? zounds , soldiers , follow my discipline , say your prayers , you are all dead men , all dust and ashes , all wormes meat .

Lieu.

How so , Captayne ?

Bow .

Doe you make him Sentronell ? s'hart , he●le nod presently : and he do not sleepe sitting vpon the poynt of a Spanish needle , Dicke Bowyer 's a very shittlecocke . Nod ! zounds , he is one of the nine sleepers , a very Dormoose : & I had a Pageant to present , of the seuen deadly sinnes , hee should play Slouth : and he did not sleepe when he should speake his part , I am a Badger .

Soul .

That 's true , you haue halfe the nature of a Badger , for one leg is shorter then another .

Bow .

Zounds , you Rogue , doe not you know that ? I le tell you : s'hart , and I lye , call me Iebuzite . Once as I was fighting in S. Georges fields , and blind Cupid seeing me , and taking me for some valiant Achilles , he tooke his shaft , and shot me right into the left heele , and euer since , Dick Bowyer hath beene lame : but my heart is as sound as a bell , heart of Oake , spirit , spirit . Lieutenant , discharge Nod , and let Cricket stand Sentronell , till I come .

Lieu.

He shall , Captayne .

Bow .

On afore , strike Drum , march soldiers , keepe your place ▪ Nod : lusty my harts , for the honor of England , & our braue Generall , the Earle of Pembrooke . So , I haue discharg'd my selfe of these . Exeunt soldiers .

Hot shot ! now to my loue : some may say , the tale of Venus louing Mars , is a fable : but he that is a true soldier , and a Gent. as Dick Bowyer is , & he do not loue some varlet or other , zounds , he is worse then a gaping Oyster without liquor . There 's a prety sweet fac't mother that waits on the princesse , that I haue some mind to ; but a whorson Achitophel , a parasite , a rogue , one whose face looks worse than a Tailors cushen , of old shreds & colours ; zounds , like a weauers leg , in an old ditch feeding horseleaches , & this trotter is my ryual , & loues Thomasin : his name is Peter de Lions ; but s'hart ( I will not sweare neither ) if I do not turne Rich. Cor de Lion with him , if I do not teare out his heart and eate it with mustard , Enter P●ter , 〈…〉 let him say Dick Bowyer 's a Mackarell . Yonder hee comes with my Property hand in hand . Zounds , I say nothing : but i le heare what they say , and determine afterward .

Pet.

Thomasin , you know me , I hate prolixity : in a word , my humour is thus , I loue you .

Bow . And I do not spoyle that humour , so — Pet.

Your answere compendiously , & auoyd prolixity .

Tom.

Mary 〈…〉 ! by Iesu , I scorne to humble the least part about me , to giue answere to such a trotting question : as I liue , it ioults mine eares worse in hearing ▪ then the princes coach on a broken cawsey .

Pet ,

Thomasin , leaue this pace , & take me with you : my Lord loues your Lady , yet I heare say , she is this night betrothed to the Prince of France : so I loue you , and shall I lose you ? No , I hate prolixity : in a word , the end is , i le mary you .

Tho.

Prety , as God saue me ! what will Captaine Bowyer say to that , if he should know it ?

Bow .

A good Rogue , by Iesu .

Pe.

Bowyer a Captayn ? a Capon , a button mould , a lame haberdine , a red beard Sprat , a Yellow hammer , a bow case , a very Iackdaw with his toung slit .

Bow .

Zounds , what a Philistine is this ? what a dictionary of proper names hath the Rogue got together ? heart , his toung crawles as fast as the Cheese doth in Germany , I le pearce you for this , you Lobster .

Pet.

Bowyer , mordu futra for him ; and that sowre crab do but leere at thee , I shall squeeze him to vargis .

Bo.

And you squeeze me , I may haps grow saucy with you , you whorson burnd Pudding pye , you dry Parsnip : kisse me , Thomasin : so , dare you stand to your word now , and squeeze me ?

Pet.

Stumps , I challenge thee for this indignity ▪ Bowyer , I will gyrd my selfe with thy guts , I am a Souldiour and a Captayne .

Bow .

Captayne ? s'hart , and thou hast vnder thy charge , any other then Pigmies , I am Gogmagog . Dost thou heare ( sowgelder ? ) and I do not with sixe Cranes ( wel marshald ) ouerrunne thee and thy hundred and fifty , say Dick Bowyer 's a coward .

Pet.

For that word , draw .

Tho.

Hold , Gentlemen .

Bow .

Peace ( good Thomasin ) silence , sweet socket . Peter , dost see this sword ? this sword kild Sarlaboys , that was one Rogue : now it shall kill thee , that 's two Rogues , Whorson puttock , no garbage serue you but this ? haue at you .

As they fight , enters Pembrooke . Pem. Who 's this at enmity within our Camps ? What , Bowyer , and the seruant to great Burbon ? Both sheathe your weapons : by our martiall law , This act is death . Bow .

I le be hangd then . Doest thou heare , noble Generall ? Dick Bowyer knowes what belongs to seruice : we did not draw of any malice , by this element of yron & steele , but to measure which of our swords were longest . I le saue you for once , you Sarazen , because I see you le hang scuruily : but the next time —

Pem. Good Captayne Bowyer , let our English troops Keepe a strong watch to night : my throbbing heart , Like to a Scritchowle in the midnight houre , Bodes some blacke scene of mischiefe imminent . Bow .

Neuer feare ( Generall ) if Iulius Caesar rise vp against vs , e're he do my Lord any wrong , zounds , i le be cut smaller then pot-hearbs . I le to the trenches , come Thomasin . Leere not , Lobster , lest I thum that russeting face of yours with my sword hilt , till that it looke as pyde colourd as the Rainbow . By Iesu i le do it , and therefore follow me not . Exeunt .

Pem. Why should this load of griefe lye on my heart With such a ponderous waight ? I know no cause , Vnlesse it be by thinking on the wrong My friend receyues in the vnmatched loue , Which Katharine beares me : yet my fayth is sound , And like a solid Rock shall check her teares . Katharine loues me ; yet for my friends delight , Pembrooke will hate her loue , and flye her sight . Exit . Enter Burbon , Nauar , Philip , Bellamira , Rodoricke , and attendants . Bur. Nauar , you sprinckle me with foule reproch , And dimme the lustre of our royall name , With colours of dishonour . Nau. Heare me , Burbon . Bur. What words can satisfy so great a wrong ? Haue you not with consent of all your Lords , Promisd your daughter to this generous prince ? Nau. Their true loue forst vs to it . Bur. True loue ? t is fayn'd . Phil. Ha , Burbon . Bel. Gentle Philip. Phil. With my sword , I le proue my loue vnfayned , thee a false Lord . Bur. This like a Sanctuary frees thy toung , And giues thee childish liberty of speach , Which els would fawne and crouch at Burbons frowne . Phil. Now by S. Denis — Burb. I le not chat with boyes . Nauar , to thee I speak : thy daughters looks , Like the North Star to the Sea-tost Mariners , Hath brought me through all dangers , made me turne Our royall Palace , to this stage of death , Our state and pleasures , to a bloudy Campe , And with the strength and puissance of our force , To lift thy falling and decayed state , Euen to her pristine glory , in thy quarrell Burbon hath set himselfe against his King , And foyld his greatnesse with a Traytors name . Now when our worth expected rich reward , Fayre Bellamira , wonder of her time , Must Philip haue her ? Phil. Burbon , shee is mine . Bur. Mordew : i le be reueng'd , by heauen I will , Or I will paue these plaines with the dead bodies Of our deare subiects : we haue sworne thy fall , That oathes thy death , our rage thy funerall . Nau. Heare our excuse . Bur. We will not credit ayre . Peter , watch Rodorick , when the prince is gone , Tell him , I de speake with him . Pet. Enough , t is done . Bur. Nauar , this setting Sun , which sees our wrong , Shall e're his morrowes beames guide the proud East , View Himens rites turnd to a tragick feast . Exit Burbon . Na. His anger beares him hence , young prince of France , Since to reduce our enmity to loue , And thereby like a fayre and louely Bryde , To mary peace to France , we are content , To bring the sea-tost barke of your affects , Halfe shipwrackt with the tempest of these wars , To their desired port , as we agreed : Go to your father , and informe him thus : If personally hee le view our friendly Tents , And seale these Articles of peace proposde , This night you shall be troth● plight to our child . Phil. Were it to search the furthest Northerne clime , Where frosty Hyems with an y●ie Mace , Strikes dead all liuing things , I de find it out , And borrowing fire from those fayre sunny eyne , Thaw Winters frost , and warme that dead cold clime : But this impose i● nothing , honourd King , I le to my father , and conduct him hither : For whilst my soule is parted from her sight , This earth is hell , this day a tedious night . Come Rodorick , you shall beare me company . Exeunt Phil. Pet. & Rod. Pet. He shall not , for i le stay him instantly . Nau. 'T were pity to keepe two such loues asunder . Daughter , you & your Ladies to your tent , Exit Bella. And deck you richly to receiue the prince . Enter Pemb. after him , Fer. My Lord of Pembrooke , happily return'd : How dot● our sonne ? See where he comes himselfe . Speake , boy , how spedst thou with fayre Katharine ? Fer. I know not how : Is trothlesse Pembrooke there ? Nau. Be not dismayd , at length shee le pity thee . Sonne , bid our Officers adorne our Court In her chiefe glory : for this happy night Shall set a period to this sma●ting war . Your sister shal be troth-plight to Prince Philip , And France and we made friends about it then . Pembrooke , haue you the charge to see our Captaines Prepare a martiall welcome to the King . I le not be idle : since Nauar was crownd , Our heart with so much ioy did ne're abound . Exit Nau●r . Fer. Nor mine with so much hate . Pembrooke , a word . Pem. What wills your Grace ? Fer. That Pembrooke is a villayne . Looke not so strange , I speake it not your friend , But hee that in his soule hath sworne thine end . Pem. A villayne ? and my death ? I am amaz'd . Art thou awake ? or is all this a dreame ? Fer. A dreame of death : meet me to morrow morning , As thou art Pembrooke and a Gentleman , By you fayre Riuer side , which parts our Camps . You know the place , come armde , and so farewell ▪ Pem. Deare friend . Fer. Push , meet me . Pem. Ferdinand , I will . Fer. Reuenge , smile on , thou shalt drink bloud thy fill . Exeunt . Enter Peter standing sentronell . Pet. This is my wayting night , t is for no good , That I stand Sentronell . Well good or ill , I care not greatly , so I get the gold : Enter Burbon , and Rodorick , Therefore to auoyd prolixity , here walke I. Here comes the men that must reward my paine . Bur. Haue you the poyson ? Rod. And a strong one too . Heere 's a preseruatiue to saue your hand . When Rodoricke fayles your Lordship , heauen shall fayle , To illuminate the world with cheerefull light . Bur. Then here about should Peter wayt for me : For this is the Pauilion of the Princesse . Pet. My Lord . Bur. Peter . Pet. Here is the key that opens to the Tent , I stole it from my sweet heart Thomasin . Enter without prolixity , woo and winne the Lady : But giue me gold ( my Lord ) and I le to Dice ▪ Bur. Hold , take thy fill . Pet. And it shall goe as fast . Bur. Now gentle Peter , get thee vnto rest : My businesse craues the absence of the world : None but my selfe and Rodoricke shall behold The secret complot that I doe intend . Pet. I goe , my Lord. Exit . Burb. Now blessed key , open vnto my loue , Doe more then louing lynes or words can doe : My letters haue bin answerd with disdayne : Her father I haue mou'd to gayne my ●oue , But he is frosty in my feruent suite , And now perforce I will obtayne my loue , Or ease her puling hatred by reuenge . Ro. You stay too long , i le help to turne the key . Discouer her sitting in a chayre asleepe . Bur. What do I see ? the maiesty of heauen , Sit in a mayden slumber on the earth ? What , is my Bellamira turnd a goddesse , Within the table of her glorious face ! Me thinks , the pure extraction of all beauty Flowes in abundance to my loue-sicke eye . O , Rodoricke , she is admirably fayre : And sleeping , if her beauty be so rare , How will her eyes inchaunt me if she wake ! Here , take the poyson , i le not stayne that face , For all the treasure of the Westerne Iland . Rod. I see no such admired perfection . Waken her , Burbon , and this louing charme , Which now hath led your sences prisoner , Will vanish , and her speach full of reproofe , Beget a new phantasma all of hate : Thou wilt detest her when ●he shall deny thee . Bur. Waken her , Rodorick , for I want the power . Rod. I hope I am disguisde sufficiently , That Bellamira cannot know my face . Madam , fayre Bellamira . Bel. Here I am , who calls on Bellamira ? Burb. I , fayre loue , The Luke of Burbon that doth honour thee . Bel. The Duke of Burbon in my Tent so late ▪ Where is my Gard ? what Peter , Thomasin . Rod. Step to her , and restrayne her , lest she call : I le be a looker on , and be vnknowne . Bur. What needs your Highnesse call for any gard , Since you are garded with a faythfull friend ? Behold me , Madam , humbly on my knee , Come to renew my suite , vouchsafe me loue , Or with this weapon take away my life : Much better 't were a thousand times to dye , Then liue in torment of your scorching eye . You haue inflam'd my heart , oh quench that flame , Or into cinders turne my haplesse truncke : Haplesse , in being vnbelou'd of you . Bell. My Lord of Burbon , you presume too much On th' extremity of passion . Haue I not answerd many an idle letter , With full assurance that I cannot loue ? Haue I not often , viua voce checkt Your courtly kindnes ? frownd vpon your smiles ▪ Vsde you vnkindly , all to weane your loue ? And doe you still perseuer in your suite ? I tell thee , Burbon , this bold part of thine , To breake into my Tent at dead of night , Deserues seuere correction , and the more , Because it brings mine honour into question . I charge thee , as thou art a Gentleman , Betake thee to thine owne Pauilion , And let this answere satisfie for all : Burbon , I cannot , nor I will not loue thee . Bur. Cannot , nor wil not ? zounds , Madam , but you must . Bel. Must I ? Bur. And shall . Bel. You will not force me to it ? Bur. Or force that sparkling beauty from your face . Looke not so fiercely , nor cry out for helpe : For if you doe , this makes you cry your last . Seing neyther words , kind letters , hearty sighes , Humble intreaty , nor a world of payne , Can moue you to take pitty of my loue : But Tyrant-like , your beauty seeks my life , I will blot out that beauty with this iuice . Thus , thus I wipe away my passions : Thus doe I heale the torments of my loue : Thus doe I ransome my inthralled eye , And by depriuing of the cause of life , Kill th' effect , which was a world of sorrow . Farewell , foule Bellamira , I am pleasde In this reuenge , that no way could be easde . Exit . Rod. Zounds , he has don 't : now , Rodorick , ioy thy fill ▪ Burbon is thine , the Dukedome is thine owne : For onely he in the Inheritance Stood as an obstacle , to let my clayme . This deed of his will take away his life : And then let me alone to inioy his land . I le steale away vnseene , cause vnsuspected : I would not for the world be once detected . Exit . Bel. Poyson my face ! oh most inhumane wretch ▪ Reuenge more vile , then to abbridge my life ▪ What , Thomasin , what , brother Ferdinand : My kingly father : is there none that heares ? Then Treason , treason , let that waken you : For capitall is this offence to me . Enter Nauar , Pembrooke , Ferdinand , and Thomasin . Tho. O Iesu , mistris , what ayles your face ! Nau. Her face ! Ferd. T is spotted like a Panthers skin . Pemb. O , were those spots as kindly beautifull , Then were fayre Bellamira vndeform'd . Nau. O , what diuine power hath sent this Leprosy ? Ferd. Say , beautious sister . Pemb. Speake , fayre Bellamira . Tho. Speake , my good mistris . Nau. My sweet daughter , speake . Pem. Her silence argues a tormented spirit . Fer. Thy countenance argues a deceitful soule . Enter Lewes , Philip , Rodoricke , and Flaunders . Lew. Where is Nauar ? Phil. Where is fayre Bellamira ? Bel. My Philip , oh giue leaue to fly his sight . Nau. Stay , gentle daughter ▪ hee le not iniure thee . Lew. Heere are the Articles concluded on , I could not rest , till I had signed them , And brought them to your Highnesse . A moneth hence The mariage shall be fully solemnized , So please your Maiesty and your fayre daughter : Are you content ? Nau. To liue in discontent . Phil. Me thinks , this royall presence hath dim lookes : Is it because they are in the armes of night , Which sets a leaden lustre on the eye ? Or hath some accident occoasted them , That troubles their aspect with melancholy ? Is Nauar well ? is Ferdinando well ? Is Pembrooke well ? Is Bellamira well ? O , where is Bellamira ? tell me , Princes , For now my tongue hath strook vpon her name . I feele a kind of killing extasie . Where is she ? in her Tent ? Bel. Deny me , father , I would not see Prince Philip with this face . Phi. Why speak you not ? what , haue I toucht the string , Whereon the burden of your sorrow lyes ? Father , looke round about , see you my loue ? Rodoricke , looke round about , see you my loue ? Lew. I see her not . Rod. Nor I. Phil. I say not so . The garments that she weares , mine eye should know . What Lady 's this that hides her heauenly face ? Here are no Basilisks with killing eyes : You need not hide your beauty : sweet , looke vp , Me thinks I haue an interest in these lookes . What 's here , a Leper amongst Noblemen ? What creatures this ? why stayes she in this place ? Oh , t is no maruell though she hide her face : For t is infectuous : let her leaue the presence , Or Leprosie will cleaue vnto vs all . Bel. O let me leaue the presence , gentle father , When Philip bids his Bellamira goe . Phil. My Bellamira ! Lew. How ? my sonnes belou'd ! Phil. Is this my loue ? was this your beauteous child ? Nau. My child . Ferd. My sister . Pemb. Beauteous Bellamira . Nau. Spotted . Ferd. Disfigured . Pemb. Made a lothsome Leper . Rod. How came this sudden alteration ? For she was comely , louely , beautifull , When the day left his Charriot to the night . Na. That heauen doth know , and onely Bellamira . Daughter , I charge thee , tell me how it came . Bell. Burbon , oh Burbon . Lew. Did he doe the deed ? Bel. He came into my Tent at dead of night , And rubd my face with an infectuous herbe , Because I would not graunt vnto his loue . I cry'd for helpe , but none did succour me . Rod. I know he did , and laugh to thinke on 't . Lew. And he shall rue his treason . Phil. Threaten not , Leaue the reuenge to me whom it concernes , T is I am robd of a delicious looke , A heauenly sparkling brow , a starry eye , A countenance fayrer then Auroraes lookes , When all the East is guilded with her blush ▪ T is I will be reueng'd : but not before I haue espousde my louely Bellamira . Lew. Espoused her ! Nau. How ! marry a face deform'd ! Ferd. A leprous creature ! Pem. An infectuous mayd ! Ro. One , whose sores are perchance incureable ! Phil. Be they incureable , it is my Loue , And for my sake she hath indur'd this wrong , And , should I now forsake her thus distrest , I could not merit a true Louers name . To shew I loue her , I will marry her , Before the moneth expire : nay in the morne : Delayes , perchance , may make her think I scorne . Bel. Marry with me ? fetch me a looking glasse , That I may see how sweet a Bride I am . Oh , I detest my selfe : Deare , hate me too : I am not to be maryed but to death . Though I were Empresse of the spacious world , I de lay my selfe and Kingdome at thy feet . Liue , noble Philip , ioysome happyer match : T is my vnworthinesse makes me deny thee . Phi. Thinkst thou , because thy face is spotted so , Thou art not worthy of thy Philips loue ? Thy face to me was but a Marshall , To lodge thy sacred person in my mind , Which long agoe is surely chambred there : And now what needs an outward Harbinger ? I doe affect , not superficially : My loue extendeth further then the skin . The inward Bellamira t is I seeke , And vnto her will Philip be epousde . Nau. Oh admirable loue ! Lew. Oh , my deare sonne , Thou makest me famous by thy loyalty . Rod. I neuer heard the like . Pemb. Pen neuer writ A worthyer Story to posterity . Fer. Pen neuer writ of a more treacherous friend , Then , Pembrooke , thou hast prou'd to Ferdinand . Phil. Sweet Loue , prepare thee to be Philips Bryde : For heere I sweare , as I am royall borne , I le marry thee , before the mornings Sunne Hath runne the third part of his glorious course . Father , good night : deare friends , deare Loue , good night : Mariage , I hope , will make my spirits more light . Exit . Nau. Good night , sweet son . King Lewes , stay with me , Be thou my comforter , i le comfort thee . Exeunt Kings . Fer. Pembrook , remember that thou faile me not . Exit . Pem. O God , what may these moody lookes intend ? Me thinks , I should haue better from my friend . Exit . Bel. Now , Bellamira , thou hast time to thinke Vpon these troublous matters : should I suffer So braue a Gentleman as Philip is , To wed himselfe to my vnworthy selfe , It would be counted vertue in the Prince ; But I were worthy of a world of blame . No , Philip , no , thou shalt not wrong thine honour , Nor be impeacht by Bellamiraes spots . In some disguise i le steale away to night , And ne're appeare more in my Philips sight . Exit . Enter Dicke Bowyer . Bow .

There is no toyle to this walking of the Round : S'hart , I haue beene stumbling vp and downe all this night , like a Brewers horse , that has ne're a good eye in his head : T is as daarke as Pitch . I can resemble our Campe to nothing better then hell , saue that in hell they are alwayes waking , and heere the villaynes are as drowsie as swyne . Lieutenant Nod ! why , you might haue shot a double Cannon in his eare , and neuer haue wak●e him : I iogd , and I iogd ; I showted , and I showted ; and yet the mungrel snorted , you might heare him to Douer : at last , I dragd him by the heeles into a ditch of water , and there left the Lobster crawling . A the tother side , Core being appoynted to stand Sentynell vpon the Wallounes quarter , s'hart , the Loach gets me into a Sutlers bath , and there sits mee drinking for Ioanes best cap : but by this hand , and as Dicke Bowyer is a Soldier , and a Caualiero , he shall sit in the boults for it to morrow . My comfort is in these extremities , that I brought Thomasin to her La●ies Tent , leauing her new-come Louer to picke strawes : but soft , qui v●ula ?

Enter Ferdinand . Ferd.

My name is Ferdinand .

Bow .

Stand.

Ferd.

Why , Captayne , thou dost know me well inough .

Bow .

Know , or not know , without the word you passe not .

Ferd.

Soliman .

Bow .

So , allie , allie , Monseur .

Ferd.

First , tell me , sawest thou Pembrooke come this way ?

Bow .

I saw him not .

Ferd.

Farewell . Exit .

Bow .

As much to you . Zounds , these Frenchmen think to out-face vs with a card of ten : but , and his beard were made of brasse , Dicke Bowyer will make him know the discipline of war. Here comes another .

Enter Pembrooke . Pem.

Who 's there ? Dick Bowyer ?

Bow .

Some call me so , what then ?

Pem.

Pembrooke salutes thee .

Bow .

Oh , good morrow , my Lord , good morrow .

Pem. I prythee , Captayne , sawst thou Ferdinand , Sonne to Nauar , as thou didst walke the round ? Bow .

Euen now , my Lord , he past along this way .

Pem.

Himselfe alone ? or had he company ?

Bow .

Nay questionlesse , he was alone , my Lord .

Pem.

Couldst thou discerne his face ? how did he looke ?

Bow .

Faith , scuruily , my Lord , like a greene cheese , or the inside of a rotten Pumpian .

Pem.

There is Crownes for thee to drinke . Exit Pem.

Bow .

I thanke your Lordship . To see the difference betweene these French Curres , and our English Caualiers : there 's as much bounty in them , as there 's Marchpane in a dish of Almond butter . I might haue stood heere till my teeth chatter in my head , e're the tother Launceprisado would haue sayd , Here , Captayne Bowyer , there 's a Cardi●ue , to wash downe melancholy . But had I knowne as much , I would haue basted him , till his bones had rattled in his skin .

Enter Core and other Souldiers , bringing in the Clowne . All.

Come , sir , you shall answere your walking before our Captayne .

Clow.

Well , sirs , take heed what you doe , I am a Princes man , if you stay me vpon the Kings hye way , I can ●ay fellowship to your charge .

Core .

But sirra , wee can lay Treason to thine , for being without the word .

Clow.

Without the word ! O pernicious Frenchman ! without the word ! why , I haue call'd thee Villayne , him Rascall ; this , Slaue ; that , Rogue ; and am I still without the word ?

Core .

I , sir , the word that must serue your turne , the Watch-word .

Clow.

Fayth , y' are like to watch this tweluemoneth , ere you haue any other words at my hands .

Bow .

How now masters , what calfe are you dragging to the slaughter-house there ? ha ?

Core .

A straggler , and a spy : Captayne , I pray examine him .

Bow .

So , Lieutenant Core , you are crept from your cups at last , I le talke with you anon : but , sirra , to you : From whence come you ?

Clow.

I came , sir , from the King of Fraunces campe .

Bow .

So , what 's your name ?

Clow.

My name , sir , is Bow wow .

Bow .

S'hart , what a name 's that ! the Hedge-hog mocks vs : Bow wow , quotha ? what kin art thou to the generation of Dogges ?

Clow.

No dog , sir , would you should know it , though I be encompast with curres .

Bow .

Zounds , he calls vs curres , hang the hotch-potch vp in a fathom or two of match .

Clow.

Not you , sir , I call not you so : I know you to be a very insufficient ill-spoken Gentleman .

Bow .

Well , sirra , whom do you serue ?

Clow.

My master , sir , is the Lady Katharine , the French Kings daughter : I haue bin abroad about some businesse of hers , and am now going backe againe .

Bow .

An honorable Lady , sir : let him goe : t is against the law of armes to stay him .

Clow.

Stand of : but soft , I doe not know your name , sir , that my Lady may giue you thanks .

Bow .

My name 's Dick Bowyer .

Clow.

Then , master Dicke Bowyer , after my heartie commendations , adue : but as for the rest , I shall , I say no more , I shall — Exit .

Bow .

How now , Core ? how can you answer your being a tippling , when you should stand Sentinel ?

Core .

Beleeue me , Captayne , I had but a whiffe or two : for I was passing dry .

Bow .

Thou art alwayes dry : the whorson Mault-worm has a throat like the burning Clyme , or a Glasse-makers Furnace : But your remoue from thence has sau'd you from the boults . How now , what Water-Spanyell haue we heere ? Enter Nod.

Core .

T is Lieutenant Nod.

Nod.

Captayne , deride me not : I protest , I came by this mischaunce by good seruice , by following a spy , that came to discouer our army .

Bow .

O notable Rogue ! did not I find thee asleepe , and threw thee into a ditch ?

Nod.

Was 't you ? by this light , I tooke you for a spy .

Bow .

Yet saw me not , no more then a Molewarp ▪ this is an egregious Rogue .

Nod.

Yes , I saw you well ynough , and I did but try how you would vse me .

Bow .

By this flesh and bloud , many one that lyes in his graue , was not halfe so sencelesse : but the Watch breakes vp , euery one to his quarter , away . Exeunt .

Enter Clowne . Clow.

T is true , they are gone together , and I am sent to watch Prince Ferdinand , and the Earle of Pembrooke : this way they went ; but they are got out of sight . I were very bad to be a Hound , that haue no better a sent : if they were hares , as they are men , I should think them squatted : but husht , here comes one of them .

Enter Ferdinand . Ferd. The morne lookes red : red mornes doe threat a storme , That storme shall light on Pembrooke or my selfe . This is our meeting place : here runnes the streame That parts our camps : the time consorts the place ; And ( Pembrooke ) if thy reputation hold , It is thy q. to enter . Enter Pembrooke . Clow.

Heere comes the tother , this is lucke vpon lucke ▪ now will I run and fetch my mistris , the Lady Katharine , to part their fray . Exit .

Pem. Good end succeed my early heauynesse : Three times my feet , as loth to guide me hither , Haue stumbled in a playne and euen way , My sword forsooke his scabberd once or twice , Bloud from my nostrilles thrice hath spowted forth , And such a dymnesse ouerrunnes my sight , That I haue tane a tree to bee a man , And question'd with it about serious things ▪ This is the place where I must meet my friend . Yonder he stands ▪ Good morrow , Ferdinand . Fer. Good morrow to thy death : draw , Pembrook , draw , The ground thou treadst vpon , must be thy graue . Pem. Draw vpon Ferdinand ? Fer. I , vpon me . Dally not , Pembrooke , I am bent to fight , And that with thee for the best blood thou bearst . Pem. You haue some reason for this resolution . Fer. My will . Pem. A sorry argument to kill your friend . I must haue better reason then your will , Or i le not draw vpon my Ferdinand : Our loue is older then of one dayes growth , A yeres continuance hath vnited vs . Haue we not made an enterchange of othes , Sworne loue to one another twenty times , Confirmd that friendship by society , Encreasde it with the simpathy of mind , Making one pleasure , pleasure vnto both ? And shall this bond be broken vpon will ? Fer. Then you le not draw ? Pem. Yes , neerer to thy person , In friendly sort to imbrace thee , Ferdinand . Fer. Thou art a coward , and thou dar'st not fight . Pem. Thou knowst the contrary : for we haue fought At euery weapon , to approue our skill . Fer. Goe to , you are a villayne and a coward , And by the royall bloud that gaue me life , I le kill thee , Pembrooke , though thou do not draw . Pem. Kill me ? thou wilt not wrong thine honour so ? Fer. Zounds , but I will : & traitor , take thou that . wounds him . Pem. Wound me so desperately ? nay then i le draw , Not to offend , but to defend my selfe . Now I perceyue it is my bloud thou seekst : Witnesse you heauens , and all you gracious powers , That stand auspicious to this enterprise , That Pembrooke drawes forth an vnwilling sword . Fer. Why so , now manfully defend thy selfe . Pem. Another wound ? then Pembrook , rowse thy spirit , And beare no longer with this haire-braynd man . Yet ( Ferdinand ) resolue me of the cause , That moues thee to this vnkind enterprise : And if I satisfie thee not in words , This double wound shall please thee with my bloud . Nay , with my sword I le make a score of wounds , Rather then want of bloud diuorce thy loue . Fer. I hate thee deadly , and I seeke thy life : What other reason , Pembrook , wouldst thou haue ? Prepare , prepare , in this conflict to ●how , Thou art a Knight , and canst o're come thy foe . Pem. And if I spare thee not , impute the cause To thine owne rashnes , and mine aking wounds . Fight , and hurt eche other , both fall downe as dead . Fer. I hope I haue slayne thee . Pem. Oh , I feare thy life : how fares my Ferdinand ? Fer. What , liu'st thou yet ? then my fare is ill . Pem. I am markt for death , I feele a generall fayntnesse through my lymmes : Expence of bloud will soone expend my life . Fer. The like debility my ioynts doe feele . Pem. Then we must both dye in the latest of death . Tell me , oh tell me , whence proceeds this hate ? Fer. I feare not ( Pembrooke ) to discouer now . Thou wert my Spokes-man vnto Katharine , And treacherously thou stol'st away her heart . Oh , I can say no more , my spirits doe faynt . Pembrooke , farewell , I haue reueng'd my wrong . Pem. Oh ▪ yet a little longer , gracious time , Detayne his princely spirit to his brest , That I may tell him he is misse-inform'd , And purge my selfe vnto my dying friend : But death hath layd his num-cold hand vpon me : I am arrested to depart this life . Deare Ferdinand , although thou be my death , On thee i le friendly breathe my latest breath . Enter Forrester . For. How full of pleasure is this Forrest life ! My Parke I liken to a Common wealth , In which , my Bucks and Does are Citizens : The Hunters Lodge , the Court , from whence is sent Sentence of life or death , as please the King : Onely our gouernment 's a tyranny , In that wee kill our subiects vpon sport . But stay , what Gentlemen doe heere lye slayne ▪ If any sparke of life doe yet remayne , I le helpe to fanne it with a nymble hand : The Organ of his arme doth play apace , He is not so far spent , but that with helpe , He may recouer to his former state . How is the other ? I doe feele soft breath Breake from between his lips . Oh , for some ayd , To beare them to the Forrest , to my Lodge : But as I am , i le try my vtmost strength , To saue their liues : first seene , shall be the first : Patience , and i le returne and fetch the other . Exit . Enter Fisherman . Fisher . My angle-rod is broke , my sport is done ; But I will fetch my net , to catch some fish : To lose both fish and pleasure , is too much . Oh what contentment liues there in the brooke ! What prety traines are made by cunning hands , To int●ap the wily watry Citizens ! But what art thou that lyest vpon the ground ? Sleepst thou ? or art thou slaine ? hath breath his last ? No sparke of life appeares : yet from his eye , Methinks I see a glymmering light breake sorth , Which wanting strength , is like a twilight glimse . If there be any hope to saue his life , I le try my vtmost cunning . To my house , Poore Getleman , I le beare thee as a ghest , And eyther cure thy wounds , or make thy graue . Exit . Enter Forrester , missing the other taken away , speak● any thing , and Exit . Enter Clowne and Katharine . Clow.

Iust in this circle I left the two Princes ready to draw ; for I read the whole discourse of the Combate in their red eyes .

Kath.

Heere lye their weapons , and heere flowes their bloud .

Clow.

Haue they not slayne one another , and buryed themselues ?

Kath.

Peace , foole , t is too sure , that they are slayne .

Clow.

O Lord , then let mee turne my selfe into a Ballad , and mourne for them .

Kath. Thou angrest me , with iesting at my sorrow : Hence from my sight , my heart is full of griefe , And it will breake , the burthen is so great . Clow.

Goe from your sight ? then let me goe out of your company : for I had as leeue leaue your sight as your company . Is this my reward for watching and watching ? Oh Mistris , doe not kill mee with vnkindnesse : I shall , I shall —

Kath.

What shall you ?

Clow.

Weepe out mine eyes , and fill the holes with salt water .

Kath. I prythee leaue me , I am not displeasd , But fayne would vent my sorrowe from my heart . Hold , take my purse , spend that , and leaue my presence : Go euery where , enquire my Pembrooke out : And if thou bringst me to his breathlesse truncke , I will reward thee with a treble gift . Clow.

Well , I were best bee going , now I am so fayrely offred . Mistris , your reward hath stopt my teares , and entic'de my legges to be walking . Farewell , I will goe , God knowes whither , to seeke and to finde both , and neyther . Farewell , sweet Mistris . Exit .

Kath. O Pembrooke , let me kneele vnto thy bloud : And yet I know not whether 't be thy bloud , Saue that my soule by a diuine instinct , Tells me it is the treasure of thy veynes . If thou beest dead , thou mirrour of all men , I vow to dye with thee : this field , this groue Shall be my receptacle till my last : Content with that that feeds the ayry soules , My pillow shall be made a banke of mosse , And what I drinke , the siluer brooke shall yeeld . No other campe nor Court will Katharine haue , Till fates do limit her a common graue . Exit . Enter Fraunce , Nauar , Philip , Flaunders , Thomasin , and attendants . Nau. Our daughter fled ! when ? whither ? which way ? how ? Tho. I know not . Phil. Bellamira , my liues ioy , Vpon those pinnyons that support her flight , Houers my heart , you beare away my soule . Turne , turne agayne , and giue this earthly frame Essentiall power , which for thine absence dyes : Thou art the sweet of sweet , the ioy of ioyes : For thee was Philip borne . O turne agayne , And Philip is the blessedest of men . Lew. We are glad she 's gone , though we dissemble it . Sonne , bridle this affection , cease these laments , Shee did not value them . Nau. Lewes , she did , Till sauage hate that shape disfigured . Phil. O , she was worthy to be Queene of heauen . Her beauty , e're it suffred violence , Was like the Sunne in his Meridian Throne , Too splendant for weake eyes to gaze vpon . Shee was too bright before , till being hid Vnder that enuious cloud , it tooke the place Of a darke ground , to show a louelyer face . That Leprosie in her seem● perfect beauty : And she did gild her imperfections o're With vertue , which no ●oule calumnious breath Could euer soyle , true vertues dye is such , That malice cannot stayne , nor enuy tuch . Then say not but her worth surmounts these woes . Nau. She grieu'd to tye you to a hated bed , And therefore followed Burbon for reuenge . Phil. Burbon ? who names him ? that same verball sound Is like a thunderclap to Philips cares , Frighting my very ●oule . Sure , you said , Burbon , And to that prodegie you ioynd reuenge : Reuenge , that like a shaddow followes him . 'T was he that made me bankrout of all blisse , Sude the diuorce of that pure white and red , Which deckt my Bellamiraes louely cheeks : And shall he scape vnpunisht ? Lew. Ioyne your hands , And all with vs sweare vengeance on the Duke . Phil. Not for the world : who prosecutes his hate On Burbon , iniures me : I am his foe , And none but I will worke his ouerthrow . Lew. What meanes our sonne ? Phil. To hunt him for reuenge . The darkest angle of this vniuerse , Shall not contayne him through the bounded world : I le prosecute his flight with ceaslesse steps : And when long trauell makes them dull or faynt , Bayting them fresh with Bellamiraes wrongs , Like Eagles they shall cut the flaxen ayre , And in an instant bring me where he is . Lew. Where goes our sonne ? Phil. To hell , so that in that kingdome , Fate would assertayne me to meet with Burbon . Where euer I confront him , this shall kill him . Nau. Thou shalt haue ayd to compasse thy reuenge . Phil. No ayd , but this strong arme . Farewell , farewell . Since Bellamira hath forsooke her friend , I seeke destruction ( Burbon ) and mine ende . Exit . Lew. Stay him : this fury will betray thy life . Nau. Poore king made wretched by thy daughters losse . Lew. Poore king made wretched by thy desperat sonne . Enter Messenger . Mess. Spend not your woes too fast , but saue some teares To dew the obsequies of your dead sonne . Nau. What , Ferdinand ? Mess. Hee 's slaine by Pembrokes hands , And Pembroke left breathles by Ferdinand . Their quarrell is vncertain , and their bodies By some vnciuill hands conuayed away , And no inquiry can discouer them . Nau. Our sonne slaine ? Bellamira poysoned ? Nauarre , teare off these hayres , and raging die . Enter Rodoricke . Lew. More Tragedies at hand , what newes brings Rodoricke ? Rod. Such as will make the hearers , sencelesse truncks . Why doth your highnes in your foe-mens tents Reuell away the time , and yeld your person , To the knowne malice of your enemies , Whilst in your owne tents , rapine and foule lust , Graspes your fayre daughter to dishonour her ? Lew. Our daughter ? Rod. She is slily stolne from thence , Yet none knowes whither , saue one Sentinell , Who doth report he heard a wretched Lady Exclaime , false Ferdinand would rauish her . Lew. That was my child dishonor'd by thy sonne . Nau. You wrong him , Fraunce . Lew. Thou hast betrayed vs , king , And traynd vs to a loathed festiuall , The mariage of thy staynd and leprous child . Whilst in our absence , Ferdinand vniust , Hath staind our daughters beautie with vild lust . Flaun. If you remember , he & English Pembroke Last day forsooke your Campe , as discontent . Lew. That proou'd their loues were faynd , and of set malice , He came to view our Campe , how he might act That deed of obloquy , and scape with lyfe . Nau. T is Fraunce hath done the wrong : you haue commenst This deed of death on Pembrook & our son ; And now to couer it , suggest and fayne Our guiltlesse sonne a gu●●ty rauisher : But render me thei● bodies . Lew. Where 's our Child ? Nau. Seeke her . Lew. Seeke Ferdinand . Nau. Fraunce . Lew. Petty king , For this our wrong , looke to be vnderling . Nau. What Drum is this ? Lew. Are we intrapt , Nauar ? Rod. Feare not , on yonder hill , whose lofty head Orelookes the vnder-valleyes , Royall Burbon , Attended by ten thousand Souldiers , Craues peace and faire accord with mighty Fraunce ▪ Nau. Burbon , that was the ruyne of my Child ? Summon our forces straight and charge the slaue ▪ Fran. In Burbons rescue draw our forces vp . Nau. What meanes the king of Fraunce ? Rod. To ioyne with him . Nau. What ? with a Traytor and a murtherer ? Lew. He did a deed of merit and of fame , Poysoned the Sister of a rauisher , A Tarquin , an incestuous Tereus , And our poore Child the wronged Philomell : Arayne our Battailes straight , and ioyne with Burbon . Nau. Heare what wee 'le vrge . Lew. Speake then in warre and death : In other termes , our rage will spend no breath . Nau. And we will speake so lowd , that heauen it selfe Shall eccho with the clangor : both our children Wee le race from our remembrance , and aduaunce No other thought , but how to plague proud Fraunce . Conioyne with Burbon , e're three Sunnes shall set , In the vast Kingdome of Oreanus : In a pitcht field wee le meet the King of Fraunce , And that false Traytor Duke . Lew. Nauar , thou dar'st not . Nau. Now by Saynt Denis , and our Grandsires tombe , Wee le meet thee . Lew. Welcome . O , bring valiant men . Wee l think on nought but graues & tombs til then . Exeunt . Rod. Ha , ha : I laugh to see these Kings at iarre . Now ciuill discord like a raging floud , Swelling aboue her banks , shall drowne this land , Whilst Rodorick on her ruines builds his hopes . The King of Fraunce through my suggestion , Thinks Katharine his daughter rauished , Who onely wingd with loue , is fled the Campe : Pembrooke and Ferdinand , in mutuall strife , Slayne by eche other , doth confirme my words , And for reuenge whets keene the two Kings swords . Exit . Enter Pembrooke armde , and the Forrester . Pem. I thank thee , Forrester , whose rough grown walks , Wild in aspect , afford more courtesy , Then places smoother for ciuility . My life redeemd by thy industrious hand , Remaynes in loue and duty bound to thee . For. Fayre Knight , preuention of sad death , by health , More ioyes my soule , then thanks or rich reward . But is your armour easy ? sits it well ? Pem. I neuer in my life was better fitted . This should be that vnlucky fatall place , Where causlesse hate drew bloud from Ferdinand . Behold the grasse , a purple register , Still blusheth in remembrance of our fight . Why wither not these trees ? those herbs and plants ? And euery neighbour branch droup out their grief ? Poore soules , they do , and haue wept out their sap , Yet I haue paid no duety to my friend . Where is the Tombe I wild you to erect ? Forr. See , valiant knight , proportiond and set vp , As well as my poore s●ill would suffer mee : And here his picture hangs . Pemb. You haue done well : Your hand I see 's a perfect Architect In sorrowes building : once more let suffice I quite your painfull trauell but with thanks : Now leaue me to my selfe , for here I vow To spend the remnant of my haples dayes : No knight nor Prince shall euer passe this way , Before his tongue acknowledge Ferdinand The faythfullest louer and the louingst friend The world contaynes : I le haue his Sepulcher As yet but naked and vngarnished , E're many dayes hang richer with the spoyles And vanquisht Tropheyes of proud passengers , Then was the Romanes wealthy Capitoll : So , gentle Forrester , bequeath thy prayers In my assistance ; that is all I craue . Forr. The God of power giue power vnto your arme , That you may proue victorious fortunate . Pem. Farewel , kind Host : & now let me embrace This empty Monument of my lost friend . Oh! wer 't so happy to enshrine his bones , How blest should Pembrooke be ? but they are torne By the fierce sauadge Wolfe , whose filthy mawe Is made an vnfit graue to bury him . But if ( without offence ) I may desire it , I wish his soule from Paradise may see , How well his name is kept in memorie : These eyes that saw him bleed , haue wept for him : This heart deuisde his harme , hath sigh'd for him : And now , this hand , that with vngentle force Depryu'd his life , shall with repentant seruice , Make treble satisfaction to his soule . Fortune , thou dost me wrong , to suffer me So long vncombatted : I prythee send Some stubborne Knight , some passenger , Whose stout controuling stomacke wil refuse To yeeld to my prescription , but by force . I hate this idle rest of precious time . How now ! derid'st thou my deuotion , goddesse ? Enter Kathar . Thou sendst a woman to incounter me . Henceforth i le hold thee for a fayned name , And no disposer of my Christian hopes : But soft , I know that face : oh ! I , t is she Was vniust cause of all this misery . Kath. Long haue I wandred with vnquiet mind , To find my Pembrook : that they fought , I heare : That they were wounded both to death , I heare : But whether cur'de or dead , I cannot heare : Nor liues there any ( if deceasde ) can tell , Within what place their bodies are interr'd . Since therefore all my trauell is in vayne , Here will I take a truce with former care . This cursed nooke was that vnlucky plot , Where cursed Ferdinand did kill my Loue . What Knight is this ? i le question him , perhaps He can resolue me where my Pembroke is : Ioy and good fortune , sir , attend your state . Pem. Your wishes come too late . What seeke you , Madam ? Kath. Tel me , sir knight , for so you seeme to be : Know you this dismall place you do frequent ? Or haue you heard of that vnhappy fight , Was here perform'd by Pembrook and his foe ? Pem. Yes , Madam , I haue heard of it long since , And , to my griefe , knew both the Gentlemen . Kat. But can you tell me if they liue or no ? Or dead , what hand hath giuen them buryall ? Pem. Rest you assured , Madam , they are dead : The one of them to whom I was allyed , And neerely knit in friendship from my youth , By me lyes buried heere : a brauer Knight , And truer Louer neuer breathd in Fraunce . Kath. O tell me , is it Pembrooke ? if for him You haue erected this fayre monument , Perpetuall honour I will doe your state . Pem. Not only , Madam , haue I built this tombe In his memoriall : but my selfe haue sworne Continuall residence within this Wood : And for the loue I bare him , weare these armes , That whatsoeuer Knight , aduenturer or other , Making his iourney this way , and refusing To do Knights homage to my breathlesse friend , By this assayling steele may be compeld . Kath. Oh , let me know your name , so kindly mou'd , To dignifie my Pembrookes high deserts . Pem. You did not heare me say'twas Pembrook , Madam ▪ What is become of him , I doe not know , Nor greatly care , since he did wrong my friend , And first in kindled this dissensious brawle . This buryed here , is noble Ferdinand , His fathers comfort , and his Countryes hope . Oh Madam ! had you seene him as I did , Begirt with wounds , that like so many mouthes , Seem'd to complayne his timelesse ouerthrow : And had before bin inward with his vertues , To thinke that nature should indure such wracke , And at one time so many precious gifts Perish by death , would haue dissolu'd your heart . He was the very pride of fortitude , The house of vertue , and true frendships mirrour : Looke on his picture , in the armes of death , When he was ready to giue vp the ghost , I causde it to be drawne : if at that time , In that extremity of bitter pangs , He lookt so louely , had so fresh a colour , So quick a mouing eye , sored a lip , What was his beauty when he was in health ? See with what courage he indur'd the combat , Smiling at death for all his tyranny . Had death bin ought but what he was , sterne death ▪ He would haue bin enamour'd with his looks ▪ Kath. A certayne soft remorce Creeps to my heart , perswades me he was true , Louing , and vertuous : but my selfe vnkind , Coyly to scorne the proffer of his mind . Pem. O that in Iustice of her former hate , She now would hopelesse doate on Ferdinand ! I le do the best I can to bring her on : Despaire and madnesse , fetch her off againe . Madam , how say you ? wa st not a grieuous thing , So rich a Iem , should lye rak't vp in dust ? So sweet a flower , be withred in his prime ? Kath. Death was a villayne for attempting it , And so was Pembrooke for effecting it . No bloudy Scythian , or inhumane Turke , But would ha trembled to ha toucht his skin , Or spilt one drop of his Heroick bloud . Pem. Had not that Lady then an yron heart ? A rude ingratefull mind ? a sauadge spirit ? That knew this vertuous honourable Knight , This gracious shape , and vnmatcht excellence , To be intangled with her feruent loue , To serue her in all loyalty of heart , To reuerence and adore her very name , To be content to kisse the lowly earth , Where she did set her foot : and when he sued For grace , to scorne him , to deride his sighes , And hold his teares and torment in contempt ? Of all that euer liu'd , deseru'd she not , The worlds reproch , and times perpetuall blot ? Kat. Heard you him euer speak of such a one ? Pem. Oft times : but chiefly then , when he perceyu'd , His hurt was mortall , and no way but death . At euery groane , he cald vpon her name , As if that sound were present remedy : And when insulting death drew short his breath , And now was ready to close vp his eyes : Farewell , quoth he , where e're I find a shrine , My soule fly thou to beautious Katharine . Kat. That ruthlesse mind , that iron sauage heart , So greatly loued , and so little louing , Breathes in this brest , 't was I returnd disdaine , For deepe affection ; scorne for loyalty : And now compassionlesse shall pine my selfe . Oh Ferdinand , forgiue me , Ferdinand : Inioyne me any penance for that wrong ; Say I shall tread a tedious pilgrimage To furthest Palestine , and I will do it . But peace , fond woman , these exclaimes are vaine : Thy Ferdinand is dead and cannot heare , As thou wast somtimes deafe , and wouldst not heare . Pemb. A iust reward . Come , Madam , haue you done ? Giue me the picture I may hang it vp . Kath. Oh take it not away : since I haue lost The substance , suffer me to keepe the shaddow : Methinks , so long as this is in my hand , I claspe my Ferdinand betweene mine armes : So long as I behold this liuely forme , So long am I refreshed by his smiles : So long , me thinks , I heare him speake to me . Knew I the Paynter drew this counterfeyt , I would reward him with a mynt of gold . Pem. If such a pleasure you receyue by this , I tell you , Madam , I shall shortly haue His whole proportion cut in Alablaster , Armd as he was when he encountred here , Which kneeling , shall be set vpon his tombe . Kath. On that condition I will gather flowers , And once a day come straw them at his feet : And once a day pay tribute of choyce thanks ▪ To you the furtherer of my happinesse : Till then , I place the picture where it was . Enter Clowne , and Bellamira . Clow.

Come on , Madam , me thinks now a maske would do well : but I perceyue your drift , I smell your policy , you think a bald face hath no need of a black mask . Shall I tel you what you looke like ? A broyld herring , or a tortur'de Image made of playster worke .

Bel ,

So , sirra , you may scoffe my misery .

Pem. Still haunted with these women ? are men vanisht ? Or what occasion leaues the Realme of Fraunce , So voyd and empty of aduenturous Knights ? Clow.

Out of peraduenture , Madam , the ghost of Saint George is come out of England , to see what hospitality S. Denis keeps in Fraunce .

Pem. Poore Bellamira , I lament thy state ; But I must still suppresse my discontent . What are you so deformd with lothsome spots ? And what that Anticke keeps you company ? Clow.

Anticke ! thou lyest , and thou wert a Knight of ginger-bread : I am no Anticke , the whole parish where I was borne will sweare , that since the raigne of Charlemain there was not a better face bred or brought vp amongst them .

Pem.

Away , ye russeting .

Kath. Haue patience , Knight , how euer thus deform'd , This Lady is the daughter of Nauar. Madam , it ioyes me I haue met you heere , Though much laments me of your heauy plight . There needs no repetition of your wrong : I know , the villayne Burbon did the deed , Whom my incensed brother will reuenge . Bel. For Philips sake I haue bin martyrd thus , And for his sake left King and Courtly life , To entertayne a Pilgrims paynefull habit . But on what strange aduenture stayes this Knight , Within this desolate forsaken wood ? Kat. For loue of Ferdinand your princely brother , Whose Hearse he gards in honourable Armes . Bel. Is this my brothers Hearse ? is this the place , Where I was shipwrackt of a brothers name ? Oh , let me spend a louing sigh for him , And sacrifice a sisters holy rites : For euer rest , sweet Ferdinand , in peace , Vntill thy body glorified from heauen , Become immortall by thy soules returne . Pem. Poore Bellamira , how I pity thee ! Yet must forbeare to comfort thy distresse . Clow. Is my yong Lord buried here ? I say no more , but I pray God send him a ioyfull insurrection . Kath. Inough , sweet Bellamire , These leprous spots , t is time they were remou'd . Come , goe with me . Since I left Aquitayne , And came acquaynted with these priuate walks , It was my happy chance to meet an Hermit , Whose skill in Phisike warrants present cure , And pure refining of your poysoned bloud : I le bring you thither : afterward select Delicious sweets , to decke your brothers tombe . Come , sirra , follow vs . Exeunt . Clow.

Doe not think , Madam , that i le forsake you . And so , sir , you that walk in pewter vessayle , like one of the worthyes , will you be rul'd by me ?

Pem.

Wherein ?

Clow.

To set a gyn for Woodcocks , & catch your selfe first . Exit .

Pem. Hence , beetle-head . And Pembrook , now bethink How great a tyde of miseries breakes in . First , thou art taxed with the losse of him , Whom equall with thy selfe thou holdest deare : Next , Bellamira is become a Leper , Whose absence Philip carefully laments ▪ Then trecherous Burbon ioynes himselfe with Fraunce , And both the Kings are angerly incenst : But last , which is some comfort to the rest , Disdaynfull Katharine wastes with fruitlesse loue . Would all so minded like mishap might proue . But by this signall there are Knights at hand , I must prouide their valours to withstand . Enter Fraunce , Burbon , Rodoricke , Peter de Lions , at one dore : at the other , Nauar , Flaunders , Dicke Bowyer , and Souldiers , Pembrooke betweene them . Pem. Stay your intended march . Lew. What Peere of Fraunce , Or in the world so haughty resolute , Dare breathe the word of stay to mighty Fraunce ? Na. Or what art thou presum'st to stay my course ? Pem. A Knight I am , and to aduentures bound : This monument erected for my friend , By me is garded : If you meane to passe , You must doe homage , or els●●●ght with me . Lew. Homage of me ! Know ● am King of France , And in subiection to no earthly power . Nau. Thou knowst not what thou sayst , to challenge vs , Of any such inferiour priuiledge . What homage is it thou requir'st of vs ▪ Pem. First , to acknowledge him lyes buryed here , The faythfulst Louer , and most valyant Knight , That in this time drew sword , or manag'd horse . Bow .

And what was he ? Ascapart , or your Countrey-man Gargantua , that stuft euery button of his coate with a load of hay ▪ 'Shart , wee haue met a fellow ; here 's all mouth , hee speakes nothing but Monarch . Doest thou heare , King ? giue me leaue to incounter this puckfist : and if I doe not make him cry Peccaui , say Dicke Bowyer 's a powdred Mackrell .

Pet. My bloud beginnes to boyle , I could be pleasd , To haue this fellow by the eares , but that There s many of my betters heere in place . Fland. King of Nauarre , let Flanders cope with him . Burb. Imperiall France , giue Burbon leaue to try The hazzard of a combat with this Boaster . Pem. Dispatch , Nauarre , one of you come foorth , To enterchange a warlike blow or two . Lew. First let vs know what penalty thou setst Vpon thy selfe , if thou be vanquished . Pem. A recantation of my former wordes , A seruitude to him that conquers me : But who so euer is by me subdued , Must leaue his Shield to beautifie this shrine . Bur. Let not Nauar , my Lord , rob vs of honor : Say , Burbon first shall breake a Launce with him . Rod. A scribe that priuiledge , my Lord , to mee : And Rodorick will haue death , or victory . Lew. No , noble Rodorick , Burbon shall begin , And as he speedes , we will imploy your power . Pem. Prouide thee , Burbon , I le not fauour thee . Bur. Be sure I le shew thee like hostility . Lew. Hold , the aduantage is on thy side , The Duke of Burbon shal hang vp his shield . Pem. I de rather haue his life , then al your shelds : Who is next ? Bow .

Zounds , I think he has a patten to take vp all the Shields i th Countrey , hang mee if thou wantst worke , heere s for Nauar , the earle of Pembrok & Caualiero Bowier : Fight A thousand pound to a Taylors bodkin , this fellow has a familiar : but howsoeuer , thou mayst thank my lame legge : there s my shield .

Lew. Now Rodorick , betake you to your taske . Fight . Rodor. My fortune 's answerable to the rest . Lew. Since all miscarrie , Fraunce will put his chaunce Vpon the hazzard of the Dice for once . Pem. You are an Honorable foe , my Lord : Fight . By law of Armes , you must hang vp your shield . Lew. I yeld to law and thy approoued valour . King of Nauar , will onely you sit out ? Nau. No , king of Fraunce , my bloud 's as hot as thine , And this my weapon shall confirme my words . Fight . Bow .

Nauar down too ! Shart , this fellow hath the tricke of it : If he be not a witch or some Deuill , let me be stickt into a Carbinado .

Nau. Thou sonne of Chiualrie , let me now intreate , To know his name , for whome thou reapst this honor : Or what he was , whose bodie 's heere interde ? Pem. A valiant Knight , his name , yong Ferdinand , Slayne by misfortune of a friendly hand . Nau. Is it my sonne thou mak'st thy valours prise , And striu'st so to eternize with thy sword ? Let me imbrace thee . Not alone my shield , But I will leaue my heart vpon his shrine . My dearest Ferdinand , I would my sighes , Or sad lamenting teares might haue the power , Like Balme to quicken thy benummed ioynts , Then would I drowne this marble e're I went , And heat it hote with vapour of my breath . Lew. Nauar , this now may testify thy wrong , In false accusing me for his remoue . Na. Thou maist be guilty stil for ought I know : For though I find him dead , I find not yet The Tragick maner of his haples end . Thou mayst as well haue murdred Ferdinand , As fauour him hath poysond Bellamira . Lew. Iniurious king , it was base Ferdinand , On whom iust heauens haue shown iust vengeance heere , Rauisht my Katharine and conuayed her hence , Where I shall neuer more behold her face . Nau. T is false , and wee 'le mayntain it with our swords . Lew. T is true , and wee 'le mayntain it with our swords . Pem. By heauen , the toung prophanes the sacred name of Ferdinand with any villany ▪ I le cut it out , or stop his throate with bloud , And so dam in his blasphemous vpbraydes . Nau. Content thee , knight , I le ease thee of that labor . To morrow is expir'd the time of truce . Fraunce , on with thy Battalions to the plaine Thou wast prepar'd before to pitch vpon , I le meet thee there . Lew. And I will meet with thee . Sound Drums and Trumpets : honord knight , farewell : Who shal suruiue next morn , strange newes shal tel . Exeunt . Pem. Thus heady rage , blind in her rash resolue Drew Ferdinand and mee into the field , As now it doth these hot incensed kings . Wer 't not my vowes prohibit my desire , To stay the inconuenience of this fight , I would discouer where their Daughters are , To shew the error they are shrouded in : But Time hath run a desperate course with mee , And desperate let them runne to misery : Here comes a Straggler of their Army . Stand. Enter Philip. Phil. What voice is that presumes to byd me stand ? Pem. His that can force thee , if thou wilt not stand . Phil. By this bright ayre reflecteth on my sword , If the whole Army of Nauar had said As much to Philip , yet he would not stand . And thou but one , how dar'st thou profer it , Knowing how sharp a Spurre doth pricke me on , The death of Burbon for my Bellamire ? Pem. Hang vp thy shield , as other knights haue done , Vpon the Hearse of noble Ferdinand , And thou mayest freely passe without controule . Phil. The Hearse of Ferdinand ! I honor him , He was the brother of my dearest Loue , What 's this I see ? my fathers batterd shield ! The shield of Fraunce ! of Flaunders ! Burbons too ! It can not then impeach or preiudice The name of Philip , to consort with such , Especially being done for Ferdinand . There is my shield : and Knight , but for my haste , I would expostulate of other things : But after traytrous Burbon I haue slayne , Knight , looke for me , i le visit thee agayne . Now Rodorick , keepe thy word , and I am blest : But if thou fayle , i le forward with the rest . Exit . Pem. Succesfull action sit vpon thy sword : This net of sorrowes , I perceyue , intangles Not only Pembrooke , but the Court of France . Nauar and his associats are all toucht . Time looke vpon vs , and at last determine , This heart-disseuering tumults with a peace . Enter Ferdinand . Ferd. Since ▪ Ferdinand , by gracious prouidence , Thou art recouered of thy mortall wounds ; With the new life thy body is reuiude , Reuiue the ancient passions of thy mind , Think on thy friend , on Pembrook take remorse , Whose honord life , thy hasty hand cut off : This is the place , as I remember mee . What s heere ? a Tombe ? who hath preuented me In my religious duty to my friend ? You , Knight , I doubt not , can resolue me . Pem. What art thou ? stand . Ferd. A Knight , and fayne would know , What sacred monument and Tombe this is ? Pem. His , whilst he liu'd , that of the worlds increase , Was the most loyall friend , and valiant Knight : Which thou must likewise ratifie with me , And hang thy shield vp to adorne his Hearse , Or venture Combate for denying it . Fer. His name , I pray thee . Pem. Ferdinand . Fer. What 's he acquainted with my name ? belike some one Lou'd Pembroke , and supposing ( wrongfully ) Me slaine by him , to satisfie for that , Obserues this honor in my memory : Be not thou Ferdinand ingratefull then , But stand for Pembroke , as this knight for thee . Pem. What answere giuest thou ? shal I homage haue ? Fer. Not for his sake thou nam'st , not for Ferdinand : There liu'd a knight exceld his petty fame , As farre as costly Pearle the coursest Pebble : An English knight cald Pembroke , were his bones Interred heere , I would confesse of him Much more then thou requir'st , and be content To hang both shield and sword vpon his Hearse . Pem. How comes this stranger by my name ? Belike He was affected vnto Ferdinand : And for his sake ( hearing he did me wrong ) Couets to make amends , or meanes to prooue If I imbrace him with vnfayned loue . He shall not doubt of that , once more I say , 'T was Ferdinand was the renowned Knight Of all the world . Fer. But I deny that saying , Giuing to Pembroke that preeminence . Pem. For Ferdinand my valour will I try . Fer. In Pembrooks valour I will fight and die . Discouer eche other in fighting . Pem. Eyther I dreame , or this is Ferdinand . Fer. My sight deludes me , or stout Pembroke lyues . Pem. Thrice happy honord , I do imbrace my friend . Fer. Welcome , oh welcome Pembrok , to myne armes , Whom I imagined , death had tane from me . Pem. The like did I by Princely Ferdinand : But that he liues , my soule confounds with ioy . Fer. Tell me , deare friend , since our vnlucky fight , Haue you heard ought of my disdainfull Loue ? Pem. Of her and all the rest : Her father liues : This is his shield , and this is great Nauars : This Rodoricks , the Duke of Orleance , And this malicious Burbons : all the which I forc't from them , to beautifie thy shrine . But t is of Katharine thou desir'st to heare : She likewise hath bin here ; her flinty heart , So much before inclind to cruelty , Now waxeth tender : she no sooner saw Thy picture here ; but by heauens prouidence , Or how I know not , she so doats on it , As I supposde she would a dyed for loue . Fer. Has then my shaddow and supposed death Brought that to passe my liuing substance could not ? Pem. It hath , and neuer Lady more enamour'd , Then now is Katharine of her Ferdinand . I told her , and no more then truth I told , A cunning Caruer had cut out thy shape And whole proportion in white Alablaster , Which I intended here should be set vp . She earnestly entreated she might haue A sight of it , and dayly be permitted To deck thy tombe and statue with sweet flowers . Shee 's but euen now departed to that end . And will ( I know ) be quickly here agayne . Now for assurance I dissemble not , Instead of thy resemblance cut in stone , Kneele here thy selfe , and heare her pitious mone . Fer. Content , I hold your counsell for the best : Wee le once conclude our sorrowes with a iest . Pem. Soft , there 's a cushen : nay , you must be bare , And hold your hands vp , as the maner is . Fer. What if I held a booke , as if I prayed ? Pem. 'T were best of all ; and now I think vpon 't , Here is a booke : so , keepe your countenance , You must imagine now you are transform'd . Yonder she comes , in any case stir not . Enter Katharine . Kath. I feare I haue detracted time too long . In my determinde seruice to my Loue : But I le redeeme my fault with double care . See where his statue is set vp : kind Knight , For euer Katharine will record thy truth . Pem. How say you , Madam , 1st not very like him ? Kath. As like , as if it were himselfe indeed . And would to God my prayers might be heard , That as the Image of Pigmalion once , Life might descend into this sencelesse stone : But that was faynd , as my desire is fond , Relentlesse death withholds my Ferdinand ; And no intreaty may recouer him . In token then I doe repent my scorne , That I was cruell to so kind a friend , Thou the presenter of his absent person , Receiue these sweets , thy temples be adornd With this fresh garland ; thy white Iuory hand Boast of this Ring , which if thou wert aliue , Should bind our faythes vp in a nuptiall knot : But for thou canst not be reuiu'd agayne , I le dwell with thee in death : and as my spirit Mounts to the happy mansion of thy spirit : So to accompany thy shaddow here , I le turne my body to a shaddow too ; And kneeling thus , confront thy silent lookes , With my sad looks : this is the Instrument , Now Ferdinand , behold thy Katharine comes . Fer. And she is welcome vnto Ferdinand . Pem. I le play the clark for both , and say Amen . Nay , muse not , Madam , t is no sencelesse Image , But the true essence of your wished Loue . Kath. I am asham'd to looke him in the face . Fer. Hide not those splendant lights , hereafter be A constant wife , it shall suffice for me . Kat. Heauen cast her off , if Katharine proue not so . Pem. Of that no more : now let vs haste from hence , To quiet the dissension lately sprung Betweene your parents , Philip likewise gone , To be reueng'd on Burbons trechery , Perhaps may stand in need of friendly ayd : To him and them our vowes must next be payd , Fer. What Pembrook counsels , we consent vnto . Exeunt . Enter Rodericke and Philip. Rod. Now whilest our Armies wearied with the heat That the bright sunne casts from his midday throne , Abstayne from bloudy entercourse of warre , I le lead thee Philip vnto Burbons Tent. Phil. Rodoricke , thou highly fauourest me in this , And doubt not , if my complot take effect , I le make thee Duke of Burbon . Enter Lewes , Flaunders , and Burbon . Rod. Stay your speach , heere comes king Lewis . Phil. They can not know me , I am so disguisde . Burb. Follow my counsayle , and immediatly begin the Battayle . Lew. Why , the heat 's great , It burnes in our Armour as we march . Flan. It burnes the enemy as well as wee . Bur. It warmes our Souldiers spirits & makes them fire : I had rather dye , then when my bloud is hot , Be awde by counsell , till it freeze like Ice : He is no Souldier , that for feare of heat , Will suffer victory to fly the field . Rod. My Lord of Burbon , ye are more hot then wise . Bur. Rodorick , me thinkes you are very peremptory . Rod. It is in zeale of the generall good : Go to your Tent , refresh your vnscorcht lymmes : There draw your battels modell : and as soone As the coole winds haue fand the burning Sunne , And made it tractable for trauaylers : Arme you , and mount vpon your barbed Steed , Lead foorth your Souldiers , and in good array , Charge brauely on the Army of our foe . Lew. The Duke of Orleance hath counseld well , I le in and recreate me in my Tent. Farewell , my Lord , when you resolue to fight , Proclayme your meaning by a Canons mouth , And with a volley I will answere you . Exit Lewes . Bur. If you will needs retyre , farewell my Lord . Ha Rodoricke , are not we fine Polyticians , That haue so quaintly wrought the King of Fraunce Vnto our faction , that he threatens warre , Against the almost reconcilde Nauar ? Rod. But this is nothing to the actes wee le do : Come , come , my Lord , you trifle time with words : Sit downe , sit downe , and make your warlike plot : But wherfore stand these murdrous Glaues so nye ? Phil. Touch them not , Rodorick , prythee let them stand . Bur. Some paper , pen , and incke . Enter Peter . Peter . My Lord . Bur. Post to the Master Gunner , And bid him plant his demy culuerings Against the kings pauilion . Peter . Presently . Bur. But first , bring pen and incke and paper straight . Rodoricke , thou shalt assist mee in this plot . Rod. Do it your selfe , my Lord , I haue a charge Of Souldiers , that are very mutinous , And long I dare not stay , for feare my absence Be cause of their reuolt vnto Nauar. Bur. Then to your Souldiers : I will to my plot . Phil. Away my Lord , leaue me vnto the Duke . Rod. Kill you the Duke , and after I le kill thee . Bur. This pen is stabbed , and it will not write , The Incke that 's in the Standage doth looke blacke , This in my pen is turnd as red as bloud . Phil. The reason that the platforme you would make , Must by this hand be written with thy bloud . Bur. Zounds , what art thou that threatens Burbon so ? Phil. One that 's as desperat-carelesse of his life , As thou art timerous , and fearst to dye . Bur. Comest thou to kill me ? Phil. If I should say no , This weapon would condemne me , which I seyz'd Of purpose , Burbon , to bereaue thy life . Bur. Why , fond man , mad man , know'st thou what thou doest ? Phil. I know it , Burbon , and I know besides , What thou wouldst say , to daunt my resolution . Burb. What would I say ? Phil. Why , that this place is death , As being thy ●ent , enuiron'd with thy slaues ; Where if I kill thee , t is impossible . To scape with life : this Burbon , thou wouldst say : But Philip is not to be mou'd with words . Burb. Philip ! Phil. I Philip , Bellamiraes Loue , Whose beauty , villayne , thou hast poysoned : For which I haue vow'd thy death , and thou shalt dye . Therefore betake you to what fence you will , Amongst this bundle chuse one weapon forth , And like a worthy Duke prepare thy selfe , In knightly maner to defend thy life : For I will fight with thee , and kill thee too , Or thou shalt giue an end vnto my life . But if thou call vnto thy slaues for helpe , Burbon , my sword shall nayle thee to the wall : And thinke Prince Philip is a Prince indeed , To giue thee this aduantage for thy life . Bur. Boy , I will scourge your insolence with death . Phil. Come on . Fight , and kill Burbon . Bur. Oh , I am slayne . Rod. Murder , murder , Burbon the Duke is slayne . Phil. Peace , Rodorick , I am Philip thy deare friend . Rod. Thou art a counterfet , I know thee not . Phil. Didst not thou guide me vnto Burbons Tent ? Rod. I guide thee to the Tent ? I know thee not . What , murder , ho : will no man heare my voyce ? Enter Peter , and 2. or 3. souldiers . Pet. Yes , here are those can heare well ynough . Where is the murdered , and the murderer ? Rod. Peter , behold thy masters breathlesse truncke , And there 's Prince Philip that hath murdered him . Pet. To auoyd prolixity , I le kill him : Yet first giue me leaue to weepe for my master . Rod. First , seyze the murderer , and after weepe . Phil. He that first ventures to attach my life , Let him be sure he hath a life to spare : For I will send one breathlesse to the graue . Pet. You that haue nyne liues , assault the gentleman . Rod. What peasants , dare you not attach the slaue ? I le rayse the whole Campe , but i le apprehend him . Alarum drummes : Souldiers , incircle him , And eyther apprehend or slay the wretch . Enter Pembrooke , and Ferdinand . Pem. T is princely Philip , helpe to rescue him . Rod. What slaues are these that dare oppose themselues , In rescue of a murderer 'gainst an Host ? Fer. Such as will make thee , Rodorick , fly for life . Pet.

Zounds , men are mortall ; to auoyd prolixity , my Lord of Orleance , your best course is flying , and therein I will be your follower .

Rod. Fly before three , and be thus strong ? 'T were madnesse . Pem. We trifle time , let 's driue them from the Tent. Alarum , and driue away Peter and Rodoricke . Pem. Liue , worthy Philip , Pembrooke bids thee liue , That did suspect this complot at the tombe , When in the honour of Prince Ferdinand , You did resigne your shield . Phil. Th' Earle of Pembrooke ! Fer. And Ferdinand that loues thee as his soule . Phil. Two liues I owe my starres , beside mine owne , In sending me two friends of such import . Durst you aduenture thorow the enemies Campe , And put your liues in danger to saue mine ? Pem. The rumour of the Duke of Burbons death , Hath so possest the Campe with admiration , That they regardlesse suffer all to passe : Only this , Rodorick wakens them a little ; But cannot weane them from their wondring minds . Phil. That Rodorick is a perfect villayne turn'd : For though he guided me vnto his Tent , And gaue his liking that the Duke should dye ; Yet how the villayne cryed to murder me . But come , in this confusion let 's be gone , T is dangerous to abide in Burbons Tent. Rodoricke , thou art the next must taste of death : That taske once done , we shall with little payne , Our angry fathers reconcile agayne . Alarum , Enter Nauar , Bowyer , Nod , Core , Souldiers , drum and colours . Nau. The Alarum sounded in the enemies Campe . Now for Nauar and Fame , stand to it , sirs . Bow .

Hart , stand to it ? heere 's some of vs knowes how to runne away , and they be put to it : Though wee haue lost our braue Generall , the Earle of Pembrooke , yet here 's Caualiero Bowyer , Core and Nod , by Iesu , sound Cards ; and Mahound and Termagant come against vs , wee le fight with them . Couragio , my hearts , S. George for the honour of England .

Nau. The aduerse part comes on , fight gallantly . Enter Fraunce , Flaunders , and Souldiers , with Drum and Colours . Lew. Is false Nauar so thirsty to drinke bloud , That he must ioyne the Squadron of his troops , Before the signall of the battel 's giuen . Belike you thought to take vs vnpreparde . No , king , our wrong hangs like a watch before vs , And makes vs nomber euery short-lynd minute , Till your liues answere for our Daughters death ; Charge , braue spirits : Saint Denis now for Fraunce . Nau. Saint Denis for Nauar : Alarum Drums . Alarum , they fight , Fraunce put to the worst , enters Rodorike and Peter , the fight continued , and Nauar driuen in . Lew. Nauar and his weake forces make retire : Pursue them , Sirs , the victorie is ours . Rod. Be like staru'd Lions 'mongst a heard of Beasts , Ruthelesse and bloudy slaughters all you meete , Till proud Nauar be slayn , or kisse your feet : Saint Denis , and cry murder through the host . Alarum , enter Pembrooke , Ferdinand & Philip. Pem He that steps forward with a murdring thought , Marries him selfe to death . Fraunce , cease the fight : They are Frenchmen you pursue , French men you should saue . Dig not for Traytors loue your subiects graue . Lew. What franticke knights are those that dare oppose Their single force against our multitudes ? Phil. Those that wish you and Fraunce bright fames encrease . So you would chase hence war , and welcome peace . Rod. That was the Traytor , that slew royall Burbon . Pet. Downe with the villaynes . Rod. Souldiers , seyze on him , And then pursue Nauar with sudden death . Fer. E're the least hayre fall from his kingly head , Rodorick , thy base trunck shall be butchered . Pem. Will you accept of peace ? Lew. Follow Nauar. Pet. Downe with that murderer . Fer. Zounds , then inspight , Wee le saue Nauar , and chase you hence in fight . All. Ha , ha . Pem. Nay , smile not , though our number 's few , Our great hearts tell vs , we shall conquere you . Alarum , and S. George . Alarum , they fight . Enter Nauar and his forces : Fraunce chaste away . Nau. Fraunce and his daunted forces giues vs ground : Charge , charge agayne , and we are Conquerours . Phil. Stand , or ne're stirre agayne . Nau. What meane these Knights ? Pem. To stop your passage this way , great Nauar ▪ I charge thee , by the duty of a King , Thy loue to Iustice , and thy subiects liues , You sound retreat , and make a peace with Fraunce . Nau. A peace , and haue the vantage of the day ? Bow .

That 's a tricke , by Iesu , to mocke an Ape : wee 'le none of that .

Nau. Wee 'le haue no peace , but what our swords can make . Follow the chase . Phil. Are you growne insolent ? For one light puffe of fortune proues it so ▪ Nay , then our swords turne to your ouerthrow . Alarum , they fight , and driue in Nauar. Fer. That was my father that you fought against . Phil. You did as much to mine . Pem. Princes , agree : force cannot end this war , but policy . Therefore dispearse your selues , and let our Squires , With Trumpets in their mouthes sound lowd retreat , Where you perceiue the fight most violent . The strangenesse of which act will straight amaze , When they shall heare both peace and war denounc'd , And one selfe instant , they will soone retire . To know the issue , Princes , fall to worke : T is worke of charity , 't would doe me good , If we could end this battell without bloud . Fer. I hope we shall : farewell , i le to my charge . Pem. The like will Pembrooke . Phil . Philip is not last . Yet though I seeke the safety of my frends , Rodorick shall lose his bloud , e're this fight ends . Alarum , excursions . Enter Peter leading Thomasin . Pet.

Struggle not , striue not , your sweete heart Bowyer cannot saue you . Without prolixity , you must goe with mee .

Tho.

Helpe , helpe .

Pet.

And the God of warre come in thy defence , my humour is to kill him . Come away .

Enter Bowyer . Bow .

By Iesu , & you go this way , you must pay custom . Zounds , you pickt-hatch Caualiero petticote-monger , can you find time now to be catching Thomasin ? come , deliuer , or by Zenacrib , & the life of king Charlemayne , i le thrash your coxcombe , as they doe hennes at Shrouetyde : no , will you not doe , you Tan-fat ? zounds , then haue at you .

They fight , Bowyer hath the wench , rescued by France , recouered by Nauar : Philip meetes Rodorick , rescued by Peter : retreat is sounded , the enemies begin to retire , Rodorick chas'd by Philip : Enter at seuerall doores , after retreate sounded , Pembrooke and Ferdinand . Fer. Are the Kings seuerd ? will they bow to peace ? Pem. Peace is a welcome ghest vnto their hearts : But Rodoricke , like a greedy enuious churle , Fearing to spend his wealth , still keeps them backe , T is he exasperates the Princes hate : And when our Trumpets call them to retyre , He with warres clang or sets them on agayne . Vnlesse he be remoou'd , our labour 's lost . Fer. It shall not ; for i le seeke him through the Host , And with this sword pare off the Traytors head . Pem. Doe , and i le scowre these ranks : if Pembroks eye Encounters his , he meets his Tragedy . Alarum , Enter Philip , pursuing Rodoricke . Phil. Stay , warlike friends , and ayd me in reuenge . Fer. That is Rodoricke . Pem. Heere 's the Traytor , strike him downe . Phil. Who lifts his arme at him , strikes at my brest . Rod. Why haue you thus ring'd me about with swords ? Phil. To shew thee thou must dye . Rod. What haue I done , That thus you labour my destruction ? Pem. Thou wer 't a party in all Burbons wrongs . Fer. Falsely term'd Ferdinand a Rauisher . Pem. Set discord 'twixt these Kings . Phil. Practised my death . Pem. Villayne , for this , our swords shall stop thy breath . Fer. Stand not to argue , let 's all runne at him . Phil. Now as you loue my loue , or prize mine honour , Touch not the Traytor , he is Philips foe ; And none but I must worke his ouerthrow . Thrice in the battell he was rescued from me : But now hee 's falne into the Lyons paw , From whence the whole world cannot ransome him . Preseruers of my life , heroick friends , Be you my safety , keepe the Souldyers off , Whilst in the midst by fayre and equall fight , I send this Traytor to eternall night . Ferd. By heauen agreed . Pem. Heere Pembrooke takes his stand : Come Fraunce and all the world , I will not start , Til Philips knightly sword pearce Rodoricks hart . Rod. Accurst , I am betrayd , incompast round : Now lyfe and hope and state must kisse the ground . Phil. Rodorick , thou seest , all wayes are stopt to flie , Be desperat then , fight brauely , and so die . Alarum ▪ they fight : enter to Pembrooke Nauar , Bowyer , & Souldiers : to Ferdinand , Fraunce , Flaunders & Souldiers : they fight and keepe them backe : Rodoricke would scape , still kept in the midst , and kild by Philip. Phil. Now are his trecheries repaid with death : Philip and Pembrooke , sound your retreat● With better hope ; in him all hatred endes : The kings will now loue peace , & soone be friends ▪ Exeunt . Enter Peter wounded , Bowier following . Bow .

Zounds , neuer runne for the matter , a scratcht face can not serue your turne , we must haue bloudy noses : stand on yout gard : & I do not make haggasse puddings of your guttes , I le neuer dominier in the long Alleyes agayne .

Peter .

Cymnell , I le cracke you for this , I le teach you to deale with Peter de Lions , and that without prolixitie .

Bow .

Do : haue at you in earnest : S. George , you rogue .

Alarum , fight : Bowyer kills him . Bow .

So , there 's for your prolixities : there 's for Thomasin : the Thornbackly slaue , and he were made of any thing but gristles , I am a pumpian : 'Shart , he had no mettle in him : yet how the villayne crak't and dominierd when he was liuing : ah , sirra , neuer gryn for the matter , t is Captayne Bowyer that speaks it . When thou meetst the great Deuill , commend me to him , and say , I sent him thee for a new yeres gift : and there 's one Sarlaboys to , as arrant a bloud-sucker , and as notable a coward , as euer drew weapon in a bawdy house : hee carryes my marke about him : if Dicke Bowyer be not writ a bountifull benefactor in hell for my good deeds , in sending thither such Canibals , I am a Rabbit-sucker : yet I scorne to vaunt of my deeds too . They sound a retreat : farewell , Peter , and learne hereafter what it is to be riuall to an English gentleman , Caualiero Bowyer , one of the nyne worthyes .

Exit . A retreyt . Enter at one dore , Fraunce , Flaunders , and Souldiers : at the other dore Nauar , Bowyer , and Souldiers . Lew. Nauar , why haue you sounded a retreyt ? Will your proud heart decline and call vs Lord ? Nau. We thought by the faynt language of your drums , Fraunce would haue knowne his errour , and beg'd peace . Lew. Fraunce beg a peace ! Nau. Nauar call you his Lord ! Flan. Why did you cease the fight , and sound retreat ? Bow . Not we , by this beard : not we , by the life of Pharo . Nau. Your Trumpets guided by your faynting breath , Dehorted vs from war , and sounded peace . Lew. Nauar derides vs . Nau. Fraunce , t is you that doo 't . Lew. Sound war , and brauely let vs once more too 't . Enter in the middest , Pembrooke , Ferdinand , and Philip. Pem. Kings of Nauar and Fraunce , why doe you thus With ciuill butchery wound this blessed land , Which like a mother , from her melting eyes , Sheds crymson teares , to see you enemyes ? Lewes of Fraunce , wherein hath great Nauar Dangerd your state , that you should prosecute War with her largest ruine ? how hath Fraunce Sowed such inueterate hate within your brest , That to confound him , you will vndergoe The orphants curse , the widdowes teares & cries , Whose husbands in these warres haue lost their liues ? E're you contend , discourse your grieuances . Lew. False Ferdinand his sonne , rauisht our child . Fer. Now by my Knighthood , honor , and this gage , Fraunce , ●le approue you wrong that Ferdinand . Phil. Who can accuse him ? Lew. That did Rodorick . Pem. That Traytor , for a deed so false , so foule , Hath answered it by this , euen with his soule . Nau. Our sonne , and valours bloome , th' English Pembrooke , By Lewes trechery were butchered . Phil. Were the whole world ioynd in so false a thing , Alone I de combat all , and cleere the King . Pem. Fraunce neuer had dessigne in their two deaths . Nau. He leagu'd with Burbon , that destroyd my child . Lew. He poysoned her deseruedly . Phil. That deed of shame Cut off his life , and rac'd out Burbons name . Lew. His death shal be thy death ; for thy hand slue him . Nau. This other in the battell twice to day , Made vs retire , Fraunce , shall we ioyne in league , Till we haue veng'd our malice on these knights ? Lew. Nauar , agreed . Souldiers , this kyld your Lords . Nau. And this our fame : let 's mangle them with swords . Pem. Take truce a while with rage : heare what wee 'le vrges This knight flew Burbon , this inforst you fly ; Therfore you hate them , and for hate they die . Since then true vertue is disfigured , Desert trod downe , and their heroick worth , In iustice doomd on Traytors merits , Death : Behold these two , which thousands could not daunt , But your vngratitude , on bended knee , Yeeld vp their swoords to bide your tyranny . 'T was he kild Burbon : if you loue him dead , Shew it by paring off this valiant head : Do you the like : to this reuenge apace . They feare not threats , and scorne to beg for grace . Lew. And they shall find none . Nau. Knights , tryumph in death , We are your headsmen , Kings shall stop your breath . They take off their Helmets . Lew. Philip , my sonne ! Nau. Young Ferdinand my ioy ! Pem. Call them not sonnes , whom you would fayne destroy . Nau. Hold not our age too long in deepe suspect . Art thou Ferdinand ? Lew. And thou Philip ? Fer. We are the friendly sonnes of aduerse parents , Your long lost children , though supposed slayne , We liue , and come to ioy your age agayne . Nau. Welcome all earthly blisse . Lew. Welcome , deare child , Thy presence halfe our sorrow hath exil'd . Pem. How soon this Scene is chang'd ! those that euen now Were sworne warres seruants , now to peace do bow : Then Pembrooke , striue to make their ioyes more full . See , kingly father , to that princely sonne . Pembrooke , the hated murderer of his friend : Pembroke , that did deuide thee from his sight , And cut so many passages of death , In his indeared bosome , humbly thus Forgets his honour , and from your hye hand , Inuokes reuenge for wounding Ferdinand . Fer. Still he surmounts me in an honour'd loue . Rise , friend ; or if thou striu'st to haue the world , In me , as in a glasse , see a false friend . Behold , I kneele , and here proclayme to all , My friendship 's broke , but thine substantiall . Na. Model of vertue , honord Pembroks Earle , Rise in as deare regard as Ferdinand . Oh , had I Bellamira once in hold , Age would turne youth , & I should ne're be old . Lew. Had I my Katharina once agayne , Our ioy were then stretcht to the highest strayne : But she was rauisht , and then murthered ▪ Phil. Beare not that hard opinion : Rodoricks toung Slaundred that Prince , and did his vertue wrong . Pem. Lewis of Fraunce , heare what an English Earle Speaks in the front and view of all thy Host : If euer Ferdinand staynd Katharines honour , I was a party : yet in all your Campe , Who dares step forth and call me rauisher ? No , Fraunce , know Pembroke is an Englishman , Highly deriu'd , yet higher in my thoughts ; And for to register mine acts in brasse , Which all-deuouring time shall ne're race out , Haue I through all the Courts of Christendome , In knightly tryall prou'd my vertue sound , Raisd Englands fame aloft ; and shall I now , In her next continent , her neighbour Realme . Fraunce , on whose bosome I may stand and see That blessed soyle , that bred and fostred me , Soyle all my late got honour , to consent Vnto a royall Princes rauishment ? I de sooner from a mountayne cast my selfe , Or from a hungry Lyon teare his pray , Then dare to act a deed so infamous : Enter Katharina . But words are ayre : Lewis , behold this face ; This proues our honour cleere from all disgrace . Lew. My Katharine ! Phil. My deare sister ! Fer. My fayre Loue ! Pem. See , Princes , loues effect : she flies your hand , To liue imbrac't with her deare Ferdinand . Lew. And heauen forbid that we should sunder them . Nauar , reach me thy hand : grym war is fled , And peace shall end the same in a nuptiall bed . Sonne Philip , ratify your sisters choyce . Phil. Euen with my soule : for euer liue you blest . Oh Bellamira , had not cursed Burbon , For beauty robd thy cheeks with Leprosie : Hadst thou but stayd with me , as is their state , So had bin mine , happy and fortunate . Enter Clowne attyred like a Gentleman , Bellamira following with a Scarfe on her face . Clow.

By your leaue , sweet blouds : may a Gentleman or so , deceyue two or three ounces of words in this assembly ?

Lew.

You may .

Clow.

Is there not a young Kings sonne amongst you , who treading the steps of his father , is called Philip ?

Phil.

I am the man thou seekst .

Clow.

Then the old saying is verified , He that seeks , shall find . Heere is a poore kinswoman of mine would desire some priuate conference with you , or so .

Phil. With me ? whom see I ? Bellamira ! Nau. Daughter ! Phil. Do not deride my woes , speake , speake , I pray . Pem. Looke not so strange , it is thy louely Loue , Thus manag'd , to approue thy constancy . Embrace her then : and now Nauar and Fraunce , Here end your strife , and let all hatred fall , And turne this warre to Hymens festiuall . Nau. This Pembrooks counsell we subscribe vnto . Lew. The like doth France : Louers imbrace your Loues ; And Captaines , ioyne your Bands , mix power with power , And let those swords , which late were drawne for death , Sleepe in their sheathes . You , worthy Pembrooke , And all your followers , shall receyue our fauours , In plenteous largesse : so , set on to Court ; Sound Drums and Trumpets , deafe the ayre with cryes , And fill eche subiects heart with ioyes increase , T' applaud our childrens loue , and this dayes peace . FINIS .