words This double wound shall please thee with my bloud Nay with my sword I le make a score of wounds Rather then want of bloud diuorce thy loue Fer. I hate thee deadly and I seeke thy life What other reason Pembrook wouldst thou haue Prepare prepare in this conflict to show Thou art a Knight and canst o'recome thy foe Pem. And if I spare thee not impute the cause To thine owne rashnes and mine aking wounds Fight and hurt eche other both fall downe as dead Fer. I hope I haue slayne thee Pem. Oh I feare thy life how fares my Ferdinand Fer. What liu'st thou yet then my fare is ill Pem. I am markt for death I feele a generall fayntnesse through my lymmes Expence of bloud will soone expend my life Fer. The like debility my ioynts doe feele Pem. Then we must both dye in the latest of death Tell me oh tell me whence proceeds this hate Fer. I feare not Pembrooke to discouer now Thou wert my Spokes-man vnto Katharine And treacherously thou stol'st away her heart Oh I can say no more my spirits doe faynt Pembrooke farewell I haue reueng'd my wrong Pem. Oh yet a little longer gracious time Detayne his princely spirit in his brest That I may tell him he is misse-inform'd And purge my selfe vnto my dying friend But death hath layd his num-cold hand vpon me I am arrested to depart this life Deare Ferdinand although thou be my death On thee I le friendly breathe my latest breath Enter Forrester For. How full of pleasure is this Forrest life My Parke I liken to a Common wealth In which my Bucks and Does are Citizens The Hunters Lodge the Court from whence is sent Sentence of life or death as please the King Onely our gouernment 's a tyranny In that wee kill our subiects vpon sport But stay what Gentlemen doe heere lye slayne If any sparke of life doe yet remayne I le helpe to fanne it with a nymble hands The Organ of his arme doth play apace He is not so far spent but that with helpe He may recouer to his former state How is the other I doe feele soft-breath Breake from between his lips Oh for some ayd To beare them to the Forrest to my Lodge But as I am I le try my vtmost strength To saue their liues first seene shall be the first Patience and I le returne and fetch the other Exit Enter Fisherman Fisher. My angle-rod is broke my sport is done But I will fetch my net to catch some fish To lose both fish and pleasure is too much Oh what contentment liues there in the brooke What prety trames are made by cunning hands To intrap the wily watry Citizens But what art thou that lyest vpon the ground Sleepst thou or art thou slaine hath breath his last No sparke of life appeares yet from his eye Me thinks I see a glymmering light breakeforth Which wanting strength is like a twilight glimse If there be any hope to saue his life I le try my vtmost cunning To my house Poore Gentleman I le beare thee as a ghest And eyther cure thy wounds or make thy graue Exit Enter Forrester missing the other taken away speaks any thing and Exit Enter Clowne and Katharine Clow. Iust in this circle I left the two Princes ready to draw for I read the whole discourse of the Combate in their red eyes Kath. Heere lye their weapons and heere flowes their bloud Clow. Haue they not slayne one another and buryed themselues Kath. Peace foole t is too sure that they are slayne Clow. O Lord then let mee turne my selfe into a Ballad and mourne for them Kath. Thou angrest me with iesting at my sorrow Hence from my sight my heart is full of griefe And it will breake the burthen is so great Clow. Goe from your sight then let me goe out of your company for I had as leeue leaue your sight as your company Is this my reward for watching and watching Oh Mistris doe not kill mee with vnkindnesse I shall I shall Kath. What shall you Clow. Weepe out mine eyes and fill the holes with salt water Kath. I prythee leaue me I am not displeasd But fayne would vent my sorrowe from my heart Hold take my purse spend that and leaue my presence Go euery where enquire my Pembrooke out And if thou bringst meto his breathlesse truncke I will reward thee with a treble gift Clow. Well I were best bee going now I am so fayrely offred Mistris your reward hath stopt my teares and entic'de my legges to be walking Farewell I will goe God knowes whither to seeke and to finde both and neyther Farewell sweet Mistris Exit Kath. O Pembrooke let me kneele vnto thy bloud And yet I know not whether 't be thy bloud Saue that my soule by a diuine instinct Tells me it is the treasure of thy veynes If thou beest dead thou mirrour of all men I vow to dye with thee this field this groue Shall be my receptacle till my last Content with that that feeds the ayry soules My pillow shall be made a banke of mosse And what I drinke the siluer brooke shall yeeld No other campe nor Court will Katharine haue Till fates do limit her a common graue Exit Enter Fraunce Nauar Philip Flaunders Thomasin and attendants Nau. Our daughter fled whē whither which way how Tho. I know not Phil. Bellamira my liues ioy Vpon those pinnyons that support her flight Houers my heart you beare away my soule Turne turne agayne and giue this earthly frame Essentiall power which for thine absence dyes Thou art the sweet of sweets the ioy of ioyes For thee was Philip borne O turne agayne And Philip is the blessedest of men Lew. We are glad she 's gone though we dissemble it Sonne bridle this affection cease these laments Shee did not value them Nau. Lewes she did Till sauage hate that shape disfigured Phil. O she was worthy to be Queene of heauen Her beauty e're it suffred violence Was like the Sunne in his Meridian Throne Too splendant for weake eyes to gaze vpon Shee was too bright before till being hid Vnder that enuious cloud it tooke the place Of a darke ground to show a louelyer face That Leprosie in her seemd perfect beauty And she did gild imperfections her With vertue which no foule calumnious breath Could euer soyle true vertues dye is such That malice cannot stayne nor enuy tuch Then say not but her worth surmoūts these woes Nau. She grieu'd to tye you to a hated bed And therefore followed Burbon for reuenge Phil. Burbon who names him that same verball sound Is like a thunder clap to Philips eares Frighting my very soule Sure you said Burbon And to that prodegie you ioynd reuenge Reuenge that like a shaddow followes him 'T was he that made me bankrout of all blisse Sude the diuorce of that pure white and red Which deckt my Bellamiraes louely cheeks And shall he scape vnpunisht Lew. Ioyne
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
Tent I know thee not What murder ho will no man heare my voyce Enter Peter and 2. or 3. souldiers Pet. Yes here are those can heare well ynough Where is the murdered and the murderer Rod. Peter behold thy masters breathlesse truncke And there 's Prince Philip that hath murdered him Pet. To auoyd prolixity I le kill him Yet first giue me leaue to weepe for my master Rod. First seyze the murderer and after weepe Phil. He that first ventures to attach my life Let him be sure he hath a life to spare For I will send one breathlesse to the graue Pet. You that haue nyne liues assault the gentleman Rod. What peasants dare you not attach the slaue I le rayse the whole Campe but I le apprehend him Alarum drummes Souldiers incircle him And eyther apprehend or slay the wretch Enter Pembrooke and Ferdinand Pem. T is princely Philip helpe to rescue him Rod. What slaues are these that dare oppose thēselues In rescue of a murderer 'gainst an Host Fer. Such as will make thee Rodorick fly for life Pet. Zounds men are mortall to auoyd prolixity my Lord of Orleance your best course is flying and therein I will be your follower Rod. Fly before three and be thus strong 'T were madnesse Pem. We trifle time let 's driue them from the Tent Alarum and driue away Peter and Rodoricke Pem. Liue worthy Philip Pembrooke bids thee liue That did suspect this complot at the tombe When in the honour of Prince Ferdinand You did resigne your shield Phil. Th' Earle of Pembrooke Fer. And Ferdinand that loues thee as his soule Phil. Two liues I owe my starres beside mine owne In sending me two friends of such import Durst you aduenture thorow the enemies Campe And put your liues in danger to saue mine Pem. The rumour of the Duke of Burbons death Hath so possest the Campe with admiration That they regardlesse suffer all to passe Only this Rodorick wakens them a little But cannot weane them from their wondring minds Phil. That Rodorick is a perfect villayne turn'd For though he guided me vnto his Tent And gaue his liking that the Duke should dye Yet how the villayne cryed to murder me But come in this confusion let 's be gone T is dangerous to abide in Burbons Tent Rodoricke thou art the next must taste of death That taske once done we shall with little payne Our angry fathers reconcile agayne Alarum Enter Nauar Bowyer Nod Core Souldiers drum and colours Nau. The Alarum sounded in the enemies Campe Now for Nauar and Fame stand to it sirs Bow Hart stand to it heere 's some of vs knowes how to runne away and they be put to it Though wee haue lost our braue Generall the Earle of Pembrooke yee here 's Caualiero Bowyer Core and Nod by Iesu sound Cards and Mahound and Termagant come against vs wee le fight with them Couragio my hearts S. George for the honour of England Nau. The aduerse part comes on fight gallantly Enter Fraunce Flaunders and Souldiers with Drum and Colours Lew. Is false Nauar so thirsty to drinke bloud That he must ioyne the Squadron of his troops Before the signall of the battel 's giuen Belike you thought to take vs vnpreparde No king our wrong hangs like a watch before vs And makes vs nomber euery short-lynd minute Till your liues answere for our Daughters death Charge braue spirits Saint Denis now for Fraunce Nau. Saint Denis for Nauar Alarum Drums Alarum they fight Fraunce put to the worst enters Rodorike and Peter the fight continued and Nauar driuen in Lew. Nauar and his weake forces make retire Pursue them Sirs the victorie is ours Rod. Be like staru'd Lions 'mongst a heard of Beasts Ruthelesse and bloudy slaughters all you meete Till proud Nauar be slayn or kisse your feet Saint Denis and cry murder through the host Alarum enter Pembrooke Ferdinand Philip Pem. He that steps forward with a murdring thought Marries him selfe to death Fraunce cease the fight They are Frenchmen you pursue French men you should saue Dig not for Traytors loue your subiects graue Lew. What franticke knights are those that dare oppose Their single force against our multitudes Phil. Those that wish you and Fraunce bright fames encrease So you would chase hence war and welcome peace Rod. That was the Traytor that slew royall Burbon Pet. Downe with the villaynes Rod. Souldiers seyze on him And then pursue Nauar with sudden death Fer. E're the least hayre fall from his kingly head Rodorick thy base trunck shall be butchered Pem. Will you accept of peace Lew. Follow Nauar Pet. Downe with that murderer Fer. Zounds then in spight Wee le saue Nauar and chase you hence in fight All Ha ha Pem. Nay smile not though our number 's few Our great hearts tell vs we shall conquere you Alarum and S. George Alarum they fight Enter Nauar and his forces Fraunce chaste away Nau. Fraunce and his daunted forces giues vs ground Charge charge agayne and we are Conquerours Phil. Stand or ne're stirre agayne Nau. What meane these Knights Pem. To stop your passage this way great Nauar I charge thee by the duty of a King Thy loue to Iustice and thy subiects liues You sound retreat and make a peace with Fraunce Nau. A peace and haue the vantage of the day Bow That 's a tricke by Iesu to mocke an Ape wee 'le none of that Nau. Wee 'le haue no peace but what our swords can make Follow the chase Phil. Are you growne insolent For one light puffe of fortune proues it so Nay then our swords turne to your ouerthrow Alarum they fight and driue in Nauar. Fer. That was my father that you fought against Phil. You did as much to mine Pem. Princes agree force cānot end this war but policy Therefore dispearse your selues and let our Squires With Trumpets in their mouthes sound lowd retreat Where you perceiue the fight most violent The strangenesse of which act will straight amaze When they shall heare both peace and war denounc'd And one selfe instant they will soone retire To know the issue Princes fall to worke T is worke of charity 't would doe me good If we could end this battell without bloud Fer. I hope we shall farewell I le to my charge Pem. The like will Pembrooke Phil. Philip is not last Yet though I seeke the safety of my frends Rodorick shall lose his bloud e're this fight ends Alarum excursions Enter Peter leading Thomasin Pet. Struggle not striue not your sweete heart Bowyer cannot saue you Without prolixity you must goe with mee Tho. Helpe helpe Pet. And the God of warre come in thy defence my humour is to kill him Come away Enter Bowyer Bow By Iesu you go this way you must pay custom Zounds you pickt-hatch Caualiero petticote-monger can you find time now to be catching Thomasin come deliuer or by Zenacrib the life of king Charlemayne I le thrash your coxcombe as they doe
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
my shield But I will leaue my heart vpon his shrine My dearest Ferdinand I would my sighes Or sad lamenting teares might haue the power Like Balme to quicken thy benummed ioynts Then would I drowne this marble e're I went And heat it hote with vapour of my breath Lew. Nauar this now may testify thy wrong In false accusing me for his remoue Na. Thou maist be guilty stil for ought I know For though I find him dead I find not yet The Tragick maner of his haples end Thou mayst as well haue murdred Ferdinand As fauour him hath poysond Bellamira Lew. Iniurious king it was base Ferdinand On whom iust heauens haue shown iust vengeance heere Rauisht my Katharine and conuayed her hence Where I shall neuer more behold her face Nau. T is false and wee 'le mayntain it with our swords Lew. T is true and wee 'le mayntain it with our swords Pem. By heauen the toung prophanes the sacred name of Ferdinand with any villany I le cut it out or stop his throate with bloud And so dam in his blasphemous vpbraydes Nau. Content thee knight I le case thee of that labor To morrow is expir'd the time of truce Fraunce on with thy Battalions to the plaine Thou wast prepar'd before to pitch vpon I le meet thee there Lew. And I will meet with thee Sound Drums and Trumpets honord knight farewell Who shal suruiue next morn strāge newes shal tel Exeūt Pem. Thus heady rage blind in her rash resolue Drew Ferdinand and mee into the field As now it doth these hot incensed kings Wer 't not my vowes prohibit my desire To stay the inconuenience of this fight I would discouer where their Daughters are To shew the error they are shrouded in But Time hath run a desperate course with mee And desperate let them runne to misery Here comes a Straggler of their Army Stand Enter Philip Phil. What voice is that presumes to byd me stand Pem. His that can force thee if thou wilt not stand Phil. By this bright ayre reflecteth on my sword If the whole Army of Nauar had said As much to Philip yet he would not stand And thou but one how dar'st thou profer it Knowing how sharp a Spurre doth pricke me on The death of Burbon for my Bellamire Pem. Hang vp thy shield as other knights haue done Vpon the Hearse of noble Ferdinand And thou mayest freely passe without controule Phil. The Hearse of Ferdinand I honor him He was the brother of my dearest Loue What 's this I see my fathers batterd shield The shield of Fraunce of Flaunders Burbons too It can not then impeach or preiudice The name of Philip to consort with such Especially being done for Ferdinand There is my shield and Knight but for my haste I would expostulate of other things But after traytrous Burbon I haue slayne Knight looke for me I le visit thee agayne Now Rodorick keepe thy word and I am blest But if thou fayle I le forward with the rest Exit Pem. Succesfull action sit vpon thy sword This net of sorrowes I perceyue intangles Not only Pembrooke but the Court of France Nauar and his associats are all toucht Time looke vpon vs and at last determine This heart-disseuering tumults with a peace Enter Ferdinand Ferd. Since Ferdinand by gracious prouidence Thou art recouered of thy mortall wounds With the new life thy body is reuiude Reuiue the ancient passions of thy mind Think on thy friend on Pembrook take remorse Whose honord life thy hasty hand cut off This is the place as I remember mee What 's heere a Tombe who hath preuented me In my religious duty to my friend You Knight I doubt not can resolue me Pem. What art thou stand Ferd. A Knight and fayne would know What sacred monument and Tombe this is Pem. His whilst he liu'd that of the worlds increase Was the most loyall friend and valiant Knight Which thou must likewise ratifie with me And hang thy shield vp to adorne his Hearse Or venture Combate for denying it Fer. His name I pray thee Pem. Ferdinand Fer. What 's he acquainted with my name belike some one Lou'd Pembroke and supposing wrongfully Me slaine by him to satisfie for that Obserues this honor in my memory Be not thou Ferdinand ingratefull then But stand for Pembroke as this knight for thee Pem. What answere giuest thou shal I homage haue Fer. Not for his sake thou nam'st not for Ferdinand There liu'd a knight exceld his petty fame As farre as costly Pearle the coursest Pebble An English knight cald Pembroke were his bones Interred heere I would confesse of him Much more then thou requir'st and be content To hang both shield and sword vpon his Hearse Pem. How comes this stranger by my name Belike He was affected vnto Ferdinand And for his sake hearing he did me wrong Couets to make amends or meanes to prooue If I imbrace him with vnfayned loue He shall not doubt of that once more I say 'T was Ferdinand was the renowned Knight Of all the world Fer. But I deny that saying Giuing to Pembroke that preeminence Pem. For Ferdinand my valour will I try Fer. In Pembrooks valour I will fight and die Discouer eche other in fighting Pem. Eyther I dreame or this is Ferdinand Fer. My sight deludes me or stout Pembroke lyues Pem. Thrice happy honord I do imbrace my friend Fer. Welcome oh welcome Pembrok to myne armes Whom I imagined death had tane from me Pem. The like did I by Princely Ferdinand But that he liues my soule confounds with ioy Fer. Tell me deare friend since our vnlucky fight Haue you heard ought of my disdainfull Loue Pem. Of her and all the rest Her father liues This is his shield and this is great Nauars This Rodoricks the Duke of Orleance And this malicious Burbons all the which I forc't from them to beautifie thy shrine But t is of Katharine thou desir'st to heare She likewise hath bin here her flinty heart So much before inclind to cruelty Now waxeth tender she no sooner saw Thy picture here but by heauens prouidence Or how I know not she so doats on it As I supposde she would a dyed for loue Fer. Has then my shaddow and supposed death Brought that to passe my liuing substance could not Pem. It hath and neuer Lady more enamour'd Then now is Katharine of her Ferdinand I told her and no more then truth I told A cunning Caruer had cut out thy shape And whole proportion in white Alablaster Which I intended here should be set vp She earnestly entreated she might haue A sight of it and dayly be permitted To deck thy tombe and statue with sweet flowers Shee 's but euen now departed to that end And will I know be quickly here agayne Now for assurance I dissemble not Instead of thy resemblance cut in stone Kneele here thy selfe and heare her pitious mone Fer. Content I hold your counsell for the best Wee le
hennes at Shrouetyde no will you not doe you Tan-fat zounds then haue at you They fight Bowyer hath the wench rescued by France recouered by Nauar Philip meetes Rodorick rescued by Peter retreat is sounded the enemies begin to retire Rodorick chas'd by Philip Enter at seuerall doores after retreate sounded Pembrooke and Ferdinand Fer. Are the Kings seuerd will they bow to peace Pem. Peace is a welcome ghest vnto their hearts But Rodoricke like a greedy enuious churle Fearing to spend his wealth still keeps them backe T is he exasperates the Princes hate And when our Trumpets call them to retyre He with warres clangor sets them on agayne Vnlesse he be remoou'd our labour 's lost Fer. It shall not for I le seeke him through the Host And with this sword pare off the Traytors head Pem. Doe and I le scowre these ranks if Pembroks eye Encounters his he meets his Tragedy Alarum Enter Philip pursuing Rodoricke Phil. Stay warlike friends and ayd me in reuenge Fer. That is Rodoricke Pem. Heere 's the Traytor strike him downe Phil. Who lifts his arme at him strikes at my brest Rod. Why haue you thus ring'd me about with swords Phil. To shew thee thou must dye Rod. What haue I done That thus you labour my destruction Pem. Thou wer 't a party in all Burbons wrongs Fer. Falsely term'd Ferdinand a Rauisher Pem. Set discord 'twixt these Kings Phil. Practised my death Pem. Villayne for this our swords shall stop thy breath Fer. Stand not to argue let 's all runne at him Phil. Now as you loue my loue or prize mine honour Touch not the Traytor he is Philips foe And none but I must worke his ouerthrow Thrice in the battell he was rescued from me But now hee 's falne into the Lyons paw From whence the whole world cannot ransome him Preseruers of my life heroick friends Be you my safety keepe the Souldyers off Whilst in the midst by fayre and equall fight I send this Traytor to eternall night Ferd. By heauen agreed Pem. Heere Pembrooke takes his stand Come Fraunce and all the world I will not start Til Philips knightly sword pearce Rodoricks hart Rod. Accurst I am betrayd incompast round Now lyfe and hope and state must kisse the ground Phil. Rodorick thou seest all wayes are stopt to flie Be desperat then fight brauely and so die Alarum they fight enter to Pembrooke Nauar Bowyer Souldiers to Ferdinand Fraunce Flaunders Souldiers they fight and keepe them backe Rodoricke would scape still kept in the midst and kild by Philip Phil. Now are his trecheries repaid with death Philip and Pembrooke sound your retreats With better hope in him all hatred endes The kings will now loue peace soone be friends Exeunt Enter Peter wounded Bowier following Bow Zounds neuer runne for the matter a scratcht face can not serue your turne we must haue bloudy noses stād on your gard I do not make haggasse puddings of your guttes I le neuer dominier in the long Alleyes agayne Peter Cymnell I le cracke you for this I le teach you to deale with Peter de Lions and that without prolixitie Bow Do haue at you in earnest S. George you rogue Alarum fight Bowyer kills him Bow So there 's for your prolixities there 's for Thomasin the Thornbackly slaue and he were made of any thing but gristles I am a pumpian 'Shart he had no mettle in him yet how the villayne crak't and dominierd when he was liuing ah sirra neuer gryn for the matter t is Captayne Bowyer that speaks it When thou meetst the great Deuill commend me to him and say I sent him thee for a new yeres gift and there 's one Sarlaboys to as arrant a bloud-sucker and as notable a coward as euer drew weapon in a bawdy house hee carryes my marke about him if Dicke Bowyer be not writ a bountifull benefactor in hell for my good deeds in sending thither such Canibals I am a Rabbit-sucker yet I scorne to vaunt of my deeds too They sound a retreat farewell Peter and learne hereafter what it is to be riuall to an English gentleman Caualiero Bowyer one of the nyne worthyes Exit A retreyt Enter at one dore Fraunce Flaunders and Souldiers at the other dore Nauar Bowyer and Souldiers Lew. Nauar why haue you sounded a retreyt Will your proud heart decline and call vs Lord Nau. We thought by the faynt lāguage of your drums Fraunce would haue knowne his errour and beg'd peace Lew. Fraunce beg a peace Nau. Nauar call you his Lord Flan. Why did you cease the fight and sound retreat Bow Not we by this beard not we by the life of Pharo Nau. Your Trumpets guided by your faynting breath Dehorted vs from war and sounded peace Lew. Nauar derides vs Nau. Fraunce t is you that doo 't Lew. Sound war and brauely let vs once more too 't Enter in the middest Pembrooke Ferdinand and Philip Pem. Kings of Nauar and Fraunce why doe you thus With ciuill butchery wound this blessed land Which like a mother from her melting eyes Sheds crymson teares to see you enemyes Lewes of Fraunce wherein hath great Nauar Dangerd your state that you should prosecute War with her largest ruine how hath Fraunce Sowed such inueterate hate within your brest That to confound him you will vndergoe The orphants curse the widdowes teares cries Whose husbands in these warres haue lost their liues E're you contend discourse your grieuances Lew. False Ferdinand his sonne rauisht our child Fer. Now by my Knighthood honor and this gage Fraunce I le approue you wrong that Ferdinand Phil. Who can accuse him Lew. That did Rodorick Pem. That Traytor for a deed so false so foule Hath answered it by this euen with his soule Nau. Our sonne and valours bloome th' English Pembrooke By Lewes trechery were butchered Phil. Were the whole world ioynd in so false a thing Alone I de combat all and cleere the King Pem. Fraunce neuer had dessigne in their two deaths Nau. He leagu'd with Burbon that destroyd my child Lew. He poysoned her deseruedly Phil. That deed of shame Cut off his life and rac'd out Burbons name Lew. His death shal be thy death for thy hand slue him Nau. This other in the battell twice to day Made vs retire Fraunce shall we ioyne in league Till we haue veng'd our malice on these knights Lew. Nauar agreed Souldiers this kyld your Lords Nau. And this our fame let 's mangle them with swords Pem. Take truce a while with rage heare what wee 'le vrge This knight flew Burbon this inforst you fly Therfore you hate them and for hate they die Since then true vertue is disfigured Desert trod downe and their heroick worth In iustice doomd on Traytors merits Death Behold these two which thousands could not daunt But your vngratitude on bended knee Yeeld vp their swoords to bide your tyranny 'T was he kild Burbon if you loue him dead Shew it by