THIS GALLANT Caualiero Dicke Bovvyer Newly acted 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 FerdinaÌ„d 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 Marâ— 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 â—â—alâ—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 truÌ„pets 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 i st 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 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 wiâ—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
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
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 â—â—â—ngs ten times o're Rod. There 's Angels fâ—â— thee Peter thinke on them And doe thy best to helpe thy master's â—â—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 Heere 's 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 â—â—â—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 theÌ„ 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 weÌ„ch or forsake his lame legs his lisping toung and his life toâ—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 theÌ„ 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
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 Whos 's 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 heâ—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 whorsoÌ„ Achitophel a parasite a rogue one whose face looks worse theÌ„ 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 Pâ—ter 〈…〉 let him say Dick Bowyer 's a Mackarell Yonder hee comes with my Property haÌ„d in hand ZouÌ„ds 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 rep roch 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 trothâ— plight to our child Phil. Were it to search the furthest Northerne clime Where frosty Hyems with an yâ—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 iâ— 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 ExeuÌ„t 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 dotâ— 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 smaâ—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
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 wakâ—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 Laâ—ies Tent leauing her new-come Louer to picke strawes but soft qui vâ—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
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 SpeÌ„d 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 coÌ„menst This deed of death on Pembrook our son And now to couer it suggest and fayne Our guiltlesse sonne a guâ—â—ty rauisher But render me theiâ— 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 toÌ„bs 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 reueÌ„ge whets keene the two Kings swords Exit Enter Pembrooke armde and the Forrester Pem. I thaÌ„k 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 sâ—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