THE HISTORY of the tryall of Cheualry With the life and death of Caualiero Dicke Bowyer As it hath bin lately acted by the right Honourable the Earle of Darby his seruants LONDON Printed by Simon Stafford for Nathaniel Butter and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard neere S. Austens gate 1605 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 Ferdinād 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 Mars 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 Squadrond 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 fealty 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 trūpets 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 inthrald my heart Pem. Is loue the cause then wherfore wage we war What matter i st who weares both Diadems When the Succession liues in eythers heyre If Ferdinand be crownd 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 i st 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 wily 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
your hands And all with vs sweare vengeance on the Duke Phil. Not for the world who prosecutes his hare 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 for sooke 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. Spēd 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 contrayed 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 do thy our 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 cōmenst This deed of death on Pembrook our son And now to couer it suggest and fayne Our guiltlesse sonne a guilty rauisher But render me their 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 out 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 tōbs 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 reuēge whets keene the two Kings swords Exit Enter Pembrooke armde and the Forrester Pem. I thāk 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 her be 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 skill 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
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
once conclude our sorrowes with a iest Pem. Soft there 's a cushē 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 i st 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 splendāt 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 cōsent vnto Exeunt Enter Rodoricke 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 Tent 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
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 chāg'd those that euē 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