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
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
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 VVhat 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 VVas 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 Pēbrook 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 womā 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 Me thinks 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
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 faythe 's 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 splendaÌ„t 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 coÌ„sent 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 â—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