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
with eyes and lips A forhead and a payre of Crimson cheeks To make me do at on to make me looke wild Rod. Come come t 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 things ten times o're Rod. There 's Angels for thee Peter thinke on them And doe thy best to helpe thy masters loue 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 wench 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 thē 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 wēch or forsake his lame legs his lisping toung and his life to for by S. Denis I had rather dye in a ditch then be bobd of my fayre Thomasin Exit Enter at one dore Philip and Rodorick a Drummer before thē 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 Pembrocke 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 throned 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 thee 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 Hath 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 I am to craue thy cunningst Arte Payn. Such as it is you may commaund faire Princesse Kath. But are thy colours fresh thy pensill smoothe Thy hand vnwauering and thy head dislodg'd Of all vnquiet harsh incumbrances For thou must draw proportion of those parts Whose worth to tell my toung wants vtterance Payn. Feare you not Madam I am well prepar'd Kat. Then hither strait with youthfull Ferdinand Nauars stout sonne there comes an English Knight Pembrooke they call him honourably borne Him whilst we are in conference thou shalt marke And to the life set downe his counterfet Nor is it needfull I should shew him thee The goodliest person in the traine that 's he Bow Let me alone to giue the Paynter destruction I know him as well as the Begger knowes his dish he weares a white Scarfe in his hat and an Orange tawny feather vpon his arme Kath. Foole indirectly thou describ'st another That 's Prince Nauar Pembrooke his plume is Azure A little intermixt with spotlesse white Prefiguring the temper of the Sky With whose hye motion his great mind doth moue Bow Orange tawny and Azure all 's one all is but feather there is no difference I am sure but in colour Kath. Why that 's as much as may be is it not Bow Not so I le proue the contrary You are fayre and I am foule is that all the difference betweene you and I there 's another thing in it if you marke it well Kath. I prythee peace and with thy ignorance Draw not the Paynter likewise into errour Here take thy stand thou knowst him by these markes I lately spake of seeme to excell thine Arte And I will study to requite thy paynes Enter Lewes Ferdinand Pembrooke Rodoricke and Flaunders Lew. Thus did the Greeks when they begirt the walles Of strong built Troy sometimes with friendly checke Entertayne peace and spend their frollick houres In courtly feasting of each other foe Welcome young Ferdinand I promise you It cheeres my spirit we doe imbrace you here And welcome too braue Lord we cannot say As if we were in Paris we might say Your viands shall be costly but presume Such as the Camp affords wee le haue the best Daughter I prythee bid them welcome Kath. My Lord I doe That with the Congy of a bended knee But this with my true hearts loyalty Lords you are welcome by my fathers leaue Lew. Why now thou dost content thy father Kate When wholy vnto merryment inclin'd Thou answerst with like simpathy of mind Fer. But yet her lookes are haggard and obscure Which makes me doubtfull shee le not stoop to lure Lew. Princes let 's enter come I le lead the way The feast is mine you are my ghests this day Fer. Now Pembrooke shew thy friendships true effect Obtayne her loue my life thou shalt protect Exeunt Kat. He stayes behind the rest O happy houre Worke on sweet Paynter to inrich mine eye With that which els procures my tragedy Pem. Fayre Madam in this confluence of sweet ioy When euery one resorts vnto the feast Me thinkes you should not thus retyre alone As seeming your best fare were heauy mone Kat. I am not Sir alone nor do I starue My appetite with any wil-full fast I haue a banquet of sweet pleasing thoughts That is more precious then the costliest feast Pem. But at your fathers boord there sits a ghest To whom the cup of Ganimede will seeme But iuice of Hemlocke and the daintiest dish As much vnsauory as the Pomice stone Vnlesse your presence season his delight Kat. I am sory I want skill to serue his dyet I haue not bin instructed to such end Pem. But I wil teach you Madam if you please Kat. Rather the party grieued first should shew Wherein we erre els how can we discerne What is our fault or how we may amend Pem. That office he commits vnto my toung Kat. Is he not able then to speake himselfe Pem. Yes Madam I haue heard when Ferdinand With whom in Padua I was conuersant So spake in the assembly of the learnd With such a grace and well composed phrase As many thought graue Tullies eloquence Flowed like a hony Riuer from his lips Kath. He wanteth then belike sufficient courage Pem. Neuer liu'd Knight lesse preiudic'd in that Then valiant Ferdinand whom I haue seene Couch his staffe Launce with such dexterity As if the god of battell had himselfe Entred the Lists and preassing to the midst Of steele-composed troops like lightning fly Till he had made a passage with his sword Kat. So puissant in his fortitude with men And daunted with a silly womans looks How can that be Pem. Yes when you weygh the force Of your resistlesse and controwling beauty It is your beauty were his power and spirit Ten times more hauty ventrous then it is Compels it stoope in homage to your foot As trembling Lambs when they to Lions couch Kat. 'T was well he chose so good an Orator To plead the imperfection of his cause Pem. I should haue that opinion of my selfe If for my sake your Grace would fauour him Kat. Yes for your sake we haue indur'd his name And for your sake we tolerate his suite But when you cease to speake then all that prayse You haue attributed to his desert Seemes borrowed from your selfe you are the man Whose eloquence compares with Ciceroes You are the man whose knightly fortitude Liues in the world vnpreiudic'd of any You vanquish beauty and inthrall the mind Of female weaknesse with no lesser awe Then Indian vassayles stoop vnto their Lords The name of Ferdinand you haue mista'ne Say t is your selfe and then your whole discourse Obserues the perfect method that it should Pem. Should I be false and trecherous to my friend I am intreated but to speake for him Kat. But for your selfe would be more acceptable Oh pardon me nor let immodest strayne Cleaue to my brow my loue is chastely bred Other then Pembrooke Katharine neuer vowes Shall be inthroniz'd in her mayden thoughts Pem. Mistake me not I say t is Ferdinand Dyes in affection to your Deity Kath. But in affection I suruiue to none But onely Pembrooke Pem. Will you be esteem'd A cruell murdresse of a loyall friend Kat. Will Pembrooke triumph in a womans fall Pem. You anger me respect young Ferdinand Kat. You please me not to speake of Ferdinand Pem. Nay then t is time to go or wrong my friend Since Madam what I would I cannot doe Mine honour here bids me leaue off to woo Exit Kat. Stay Pembrooke Katharine will sue to thee So shalt thou keepe thy fayth and loyalty Bow Tary sir tary we want the length of your nose nay if you will not heare I le be so bold as follow your nose Sir tary tary Exit Kat. He will not heare nor too
vnkind looke backe Payn. But Madam spight his heart you shall see this Kat. Giue me his picture Image far more kind Then is the substance 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 hee 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 Dormouse 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 whorsō Achitophel a parasite a rogue one whose face looks worse thē 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 Peter and Thomasin let him say Dick Bowyer 's a Mackarell Yonder hee comes with my Property hand in hand Zoūds 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 muffe 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 reproch 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 soyld 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 troth-plight to our child Phil. Were it to search the furthest Northerne clime Where frosty Hyems with an ycie 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 is 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 Exeūt Phil. Pet. He shall not for I le stay him instantly Pet. Rod 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 doth our soone 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 dismayed 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 smarting war Your sister shal be troth-plight to Prince Philip And France and we made friends about it then