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 dead 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 else fight with me Lew. Homage of me Know I 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 A scapart or your Countrey-man Gargantua that stuft euery button of his coate with a load of hay 'Shart wee haue mee 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 He 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 Fight 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 honour 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 enternize with thy sword Let me imbrace thee Not alone
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 Nauar. 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 yon 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 felte 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 loue 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 she shall deny thee Bur. Wakē 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 Duke 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 answered 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 zoūds 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